After being raised by Okie immigrants on farms in the San Joaquin Valley, the Air Force seemed the place to be. During that hitch, my wife and I met on a blind date one evening in London, England. That was more than 45 years ago. She still keeps me around and her accent remains more British than American. After leaving the Air Force, my bride and I settled on the California coast where the missile launch business took up the next three decades or so while we raised a family. Finally, in 1994, it was time to retire from aerospace and pursue other lifelong dreams. One of those dreams, as with a