Excerpt from Chapter 15: Taking on General Motors, Insanity… And Broken Hearted Melodies

F. Lee Bailey was an interesting character. I had been interested in his trial-lawyer career since I was in law school. Bailey had a resume of challenging trials: Dr. Coppolino’s acquittal of murdering his wife on retrial, Albert De Salvo, the “Boston Strangler,” Patty Hearst, the Symbionese Liberation Army (SLA) murder trial arising out of Patty Hearst’s kidnapping, brainwashing, followed by her criminal career as a foot soldier for the terrorist SLA group, and later his work with National Football League great, O.J. Simpson’s, legal “dream team.” My interest in Bailey was, obviously, not reciprocal. When I ran into Bailey and some blond bombshell at a private club, “Pips,” in Los Angeles in the 1980s and introduced myself, he blew me off in a heart beat: “Nice not to know you kid.” “But, Lee…?can I have a dance with the blond?”