At the University of Texas at Arlington, where I was the head of the ROTC, we had just won the national pistol championship, beating West Point, Texas A&M, and lots of other entrants. One of my soldiers came to me and asked, Colonel, what do you not do well? Without reflective thought at all, I replied, I pick wives poorly. So true.
This book, however, is a collection of thoughts written to the ladies of my life from one scrap of time to the next. It is about pain, hope, anticipation, and advice to those who, hopefully, will be successful in matters of the heart, where I was not. The fault, if that is the right word, is none but my own. Welcome inside.
