Diana and I have been married a long, long time. We met in first grade in rural Garrison, Texas, where Diana already knew how to color between the lines. I wore overalls to school and struggled to sort out whether the man reading the news on CBS radio was Edward or Murrow. I'm retired now, more or less, from several careers, some more interesting than others: hauling hay, milking cows, playing high school sports, studying English at Rice University, editing the college newspaper, defending our country against all enemies, foreign and domestic, to the extent possible through the medium of a computer keyboard at Fort Polk, Louisiana, studying journalism at Columbia University, covering politics and state government for the late, lamented Houston Post (my boss was Felton E. West, Jr.), studying law at the University of Texas, writing contracts for folks in the oil bidness, editing manuscripts of books written by others, and doing one thing and another to make a living. I follow Jesus Christ, belatedly, enthusiastically, imperfectly, and encourage others to do the same (but less belatedly and more perfectly). Oh, and Diana and I have two sons, Adam who lives in Houston and David who lives in heaven.