Some of you have asked why my brother and I never learned from the masters we met in our youths. To speak for myself -- I blew up my right hand making explosives after New York's mayor Laguardia outlawed fireworks in NYC. A few years later I caught my other hand in a Shopsmith I bought from Jay Marshall when he went off to Chicago. My brother learned a good double lift, a top change and a fair shift and used these slender skills to advance his military career. Beyond the rank of major, it is all who you know and what parties you get invited to.
I aso have to credit my mother for intilling in me a dislike of magic. Even though I used those damaged hands well enough to be considered a master model maker, I never did any serious magic after the age of twelve.