To my entire family, past and present

For all the relationships I had or ever will have

And especially to my brother Clyde

During the time that I was writing this book, my big brother, Clyde, passed away. For me, he was the greatest big brother one could have. When I was little and his friends complained that he was bringing his little sister everywhere, he would say, “Either she comes or I don’t go.” We remained very close in our early years, and then kind of drifted apart for many reasons in our twenties and thirties. In our late thirties we came back together; he became my driver and my confidant for years. The adventures were many. Somewhat wild. And nothing we can talk about in this book.

As you may know, my family was very small. It was just my mother, my brother, and me. And there’s something to be said for the Three Musketeers.

The loss of Clyde was a big surprise, and something that I’m sure won’t hit me fully for a long time. I’m dedicating this book to him because what I write about here evolved over a lot of conversations he and I had together on these very subjects.