Kathrine, my wife, is an unusual combination. Her father was from Windsor, Ontario, but her mother was a native Southerner. She was raised in Richmond, Virginia. She has an amazing appeal to animals. She walked every day and would find strays who would find her. She would dutifully bring them home where her mother said yes, at first, but she became more reluctant when she became ill with cancer. Kathrine would still bring them home and hide them while she was asleep. She was 19 then and 65 now and does not regret a single day of it!

In the beginning...

In January 2002, with the death of my wife of 15 years, Susan, from a fast acting virulent liver based non-liver cancer, I found myself in Washington DC in a 6 bedroom house on 47th Street NW in the Foxhall subdivision that we had lived in for less than a year and were in the process of adding a room. Surviving my wife, in addition to me, was my dog, Popcorn, a West Highland Terrier whom Susan and I had raised from birth who was now eleven years old and suffering from diabetes. One of my wife's daughters was in DC and the other in Texas. My daughter Sarah who had been living with us while completing some extra education to become an accountant, was apartment hunting to find a comfortable DC apartment. Son David was in Charleston drumming in a variety of bands.