Dedicated to my father Edwin Larson,
who started this thing so I could finish it.
Rae Jean Carr was instrumental in helping me complete my first novel, although she tragically she died before it was finished. I miss her ever vigilant "trite patrol" and rules of grammar. Anyone who reads this book will feel her presence. I will always be grateful to her.
My wife, Linda, deserves a lot more than the bullshit I have manufactured. At least I promised that she would not be the model for a character. She would have stolen the show.