Way back in the dark days I was as likely to wake up in a ditch as in my bed. Bottles of Crown Royal and thoughts of drawing on the tailpipe of my faithful little red Mazda. No easy way out. Then, for reasons I still cannot figure, the Universe seemed fit to send The Angel From The West into my life. She picked me up, dusted me off, took me into her pack. "This way," she said. I followed. I have never looked back. She saved my life and set us on a wonderful journey full of riches and wonders that I could not have imagined possible way back in the dark days. Thank you angel. Thank you for everything. Happy anniversary.