Probably few outsiders know just how driven a great many adoptees -- as Florence Fisher calls them -- are to know who their parents are, i.e. who they themselves really are. In spite of the happiest of acquired homes. Florence Fisher's was not one such but this had nothing to do with her twenty odd year search for her real parents following the death of her adopted mother and going back to the time when as a small girl Florence Ladden saw a piece of paper with the name Anna Fisher. The actual ""search"" is as serialized as a soap as she finds the hostile doctor who delivered her (he shuts the door on her) and the lawyer who arranged it (ditto) and she studies records (one paper in the Hall of Records should have been sealed by law) and telephone directories year-by-year until finally she finds her mother who says ""I'm not the person you're looking for"" but calls her, the next day. And then her father in California -- a Hollywood stunt man. . . . As indicated, it is almost a soap, intended to get in your eyes, but it has genuine human interest. Some have already responded to Miss Fisher's publicized cause -- Adoptees Liberty Movement Association, acronymed ALMA -- they believe as She persuades you that truth is everyone's birthright.