Follow the author through his trials in the commercial world developing, contracting, and becoming "the new sheriff in town," a handle for getting things done. He romanced his second wife with scenes such as, "I walked her to her house with stars shining above, a gentle breeze wafting by, and naughty thoughts running recklessly through our minds. We arrived, and behold, so did they." A marriage soon followed and life continued with sailing and skiing as well as another bold but failing manufacturing enterprise. Further marital and extramarital affairs led to divorce. Eventually his eyes sought a lasting prize with whom he had some difficulty squiring. His favorite scene was a call at her house. Hoping a bit of humor might soothe her nervous appearance, he offered to meet her and perhaps have dinner. He said, "I have FBI clearance and am not on the list of sexual predators." She gave a slight chuckle and paused, noticeably not inviting him in. He then said, "We're not going to be doing espionage, just a plain, simple all-American dinner." They enjoyed a good dinner and then marriage came about with an unusual twist and turn. One evening at his house, in an apparent response to his comment, "Why aren't we married?" she said, "Have you gotten the license yet?" He stammered slightly and replied, "No, I didn't know I was supposed to, but I do know how." And so it goes!