Less than a minute later, I face my ex-wife, Leslie’s, home. The century old Victorian architecture, the red brick exterior, the porch front, and the tall French doors and windows. There seems to be no end to how bad, if not heartbroken, I feel about how our marriage ended. But, while some ex-husbands might harbor animosity if not outright jealously over their ex’s new life, I never did. I’m glad she met the man who was to become her new husband. A banker named Brian. I was even happier he could provide such a stable, if not wealthy, home for she and my daughter. My life has always been filled with travels and adventures. I just can’t live any other way. While those adventures gave birth to my books, they also brought an end to my one and only marriage. But, that doesn’
