Tim B.
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I owe many thanks to my patient wife for obliging my crazy dreams, like being a writer. I remember the time I wanted to be a movie actor. She didn't laugh when I began reading a movie script out loud, pulled together a comical curriculum vitae, placed my 8 X 10 glossy in an envelope, and drove to a nearby city to read for the part of a violent police officer. She drove down with me, and humoured me, and never said, "Grow up." She let me have my dream. I never got the part, of course, but I also never had to say, "What if." My beautiful bride is now supporting my latest folly - the dream of publishing a novel. Thank you, my love, for letting me dream.
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