I first met K. Alison Albury on a golf course. Good-natured Alison was extremely kind to tolerate my numerous divots and frequent escapades in multiple sand traps. It’s a wonder that she still talks to me!
While fishing my ball out of a turtle infested pond, Alison nonchalantly mentioned that she was writing a book. Forget the ball! It was I who wanted to write a book. As I accidentally pushed the small white sphere further into the mouth of the pond, Alison told me about her book.