My biological father, Frank Strawn Hamilton, was a labor organizer and a philosophical hobo. He got around on the old rattlers in those days [a railroad train consisting of freight cars], and finally wound up in New York doing lectures on socialism and anarchism. He was a mentor for a novelist by the name of Jack London. I grew up with my parents reading me White Fang and The Call of the Wild. I knew of Jack London through his socialist connections, and [was] dismayed to find out that in later life he did a 180-degree turn with the Bohemian Club in San Francisco and turned out being more like Ann Coulter than anybody else.