THIS BOOK is an accounting of the reconnoitering's of "The Wanderin Man," a fictional character one might consider to be the alter ego of the author. He hasn't owned an automobile in years. His only mode of transportation is a magnificently maintained classic Harley Davidson. He does a considerable amount of gambling, might smoke a bone now and again and it's a dead certainty that he drinks on a regular basis. It's also quite possible that he sleeps around a mite, but he has a true love, he just doesn't know it yet. She knows, but she's too wise to the ways of the world to share that information with him. And so, he continues to live his life as she continues to martyr herself. One day, maybe they will both wake up to the realization of the depth of their love for one another, but today...... is not that day.