Describing myself gets me kind of depressed. At my advanced age, it doesn't look like I'm going to make President or even become a nice dentist. (Sorry, Mom!) I console myself with my pipe, a shot or two of bourbon, and decent health. When not sitting at home on my duff behind a computer, I can often be found tooling around the country in a beat-up old van, along with my attack-cat, Pepper, my chief critic. The stated purpose of these trips is to gather data and photos for books - all three of them at present - but I do love walking battlefields and writing about them. The Civil War has always...