I interrupted a Bridge game one Saturday night in 1947. Though I remained an only child, my parents continued to play Bridge well into their 80s. I lived the nomad life of an "Army Brat," which I consider a wonderful up-bringing even though I did attend 10 schools in 12 years. I began writing as soon as I could hold one of those fat pencils to my Big Chief tablet but I allowed a 30 year career in sales to get in the way of taking it seriously. I got a degree in Economics from Auburn University and there is absolutely no truth to the rumor that after five years of missteps and changed majors, they just threw a diploma into my car when I drove slowly down College Street. I spent three years working for Uncle Sam as an Army officer and served one of those years in the Garden Spot of Southeast Asia, otherwise known as Vietnam... also known as "the land of the two-way rifle range." I'm not one of those malcontents with a chip on his shoulder for having served there. I am proud of my service to the country to whom we all owe so much. I made life-long friends in the Army and saw parts of life that I would not otherwise have seen. Much of my writing draws from that experience. I write for pleasure. Both mine and yours.