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Sunday meant another interminable business flight between San Antonio and Atlanta. In those management consultant days, I was returning to my client for the fifth week of an eight week engagement. At thirty two years old I stood 5’11” tall, with curly light brown hair, a solid body, and an eight inch steed o’ steel straining beneath my Jockeys, if you catch my subtlety. Okay, that may be a slight exaggeration – my hair wasn’t all that curly. Anyway, my seat was in coach on the bulkhead aisle ...

It was late September and I was in the fifth week of a sweet lay as house dick for a Catholic middle school in a small burg in northwest Pennsylvania. I retired the year before from the town’s paper mill where I had worked for 40 years, most recently as a master hydro-pulper. After putting in my papers, I took a correspondence course to fulfill a lifelong dream of becoming a private dick. I didn’t yet have my ticket but this lay didn’t require it, so when I read about the opening in the local...

Each Wednesday during the school year the El Dorado Park Irregulars met for breakfast at Jim’s, a local San Antonio coffee shop and eatery. The Irregulars, or EDI as they preferred to call themselves, were primarily stay at home mothers and unemployed wives who, after packing off children and husbands for the day, gathered for a mid-week breakfast outing. Essentially an ad hoc gathering, the EDI did have a regular core membership that included Sara Perez, Jill Patterson, Helen Trauber, and me...