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[Begin Tape 1, Side A]
Brunet: Why don't we start by looking at your early years first. You're from Huntington, West Virginia?
Pitt: I was born in Huntington, West Virginia, in 1949, which is a little town of about 60,000, or it was when I was growing up. It's a college town. Marshall University is the major employer and, I guess, sort of the focal point of the community. It was Marshall College when I was growing up, but it became a university probably when I was in high school or so. Typical small town America, middle-class growing up. My father [William Page Pitt] was a professor at the university, a journalism professor, and my mother [Virginia Daniel Pitt] was a teacher at one of the local high schools, an English teacher.
I had a perfectly normal childhood, I think. I had one brother [William Colston Pitt], who is a year older than I am, and a half-brother [William Page Pitt, Jr.], who is about twenty years older than I am. He was already grown up and away during my childhood, but he would come to visit from time to time, and that was always a real exciting thing when Bill came to visit, my older brother.
Brunet: What did he do for a living?
Pitt: My older brother? At that time, that was the biggest excitement in my life. At that time my older brother was in the CIA [Central Intelligence Agency]. Nobody ever really knows exactly what he did, but apparently he crawled around in the jungles in Indonesia for a while. I always get it mixed up, whether it's Suharto or Sukarno, but one of those despots over there, he was involved in whatever nefarious things the CIA did over there. It became a family contest after a while to see if we could get him to tell us what he did, but, of course, he wouldn't.
Then at one point I can remember my father got quite frantic because Bill [Pitt] just disappeared. One day he was home, and the next day he wasn't. My father was sure something awful had happened to him, and he called. He began calling, and he actually got hold of the CIA, who announced that they never heard of any Bill Pitt, and they didn't know who my father was talking about, and they just absolutely denied all knowledge of him. He was gone for about five or six months, and then he showed up, happily, not telling anybody where he'd been, what he'd been doing.
The only thing he would tell us is that he had a little Triumph, one of those little pale yellow Triumph sports cars which back in the fifties were really neat little convertibles, and he had gone apparently overseas. I don't know whether he purchased it over in Hong Kong or whether he had taken it with him, but in any event, the government was paying to ship it back to this country, and he stood on the dock and watched as they hoisted up his little Triumph Spitfire, or whatever it was, to put it on the boat, and promptly dropped it and it shattered in a million