M H Burton was born in 1945 the son of a cheese maker with a 5th grade education, grandson of a barely literate blacksmith-failed farmer-fiddler-singer-story teller, and great grandson of an illiterate lead miner who fled Ireland in 1851 to escape the Potato Famine. With such a distinguished background how could he be anything but a great writer? That's what I thought when I was 18, but like most things people think when they are 18, it was dead wrong. I did manage to excel to the extent that I was the first of my kin to graduate from college, though that only got me an invite from my draft bo...