Author T. Edward Fox is Thomas Hudson, or vice versa, or something like that. He or both of them live in the Pacific Northwest in a single house with a single (no, make that married) wife who is prone to rolling her eyes when something like this sentence comes out of his mouth. She rolls her eyes quite a lot. It would seem that he has nothing better to do when not writing than to make up these biography pieces. If he would remember to copy and paste them into some document he might be able to do away with the individualized bios. He has been a professional retiree since 2005 and an author for a lot of years. Early on he wrote because it was either expected of him in school, or expected of him at work. Back in school he was that kid who made everyone else look bad by turning in 3,000 word papers when the teacher only asked for 1,000. He was even taken aside by a college English professor and told, "I only read the number of words I ask for. You are good, but if you write 5,000 and I ask for 2,000, you might as well write 'blah-blah-blah' for the rest. I'll still give you the A you deserve." He wrote something very naughty near the end of a long paper a week later and when it came back it contained a note on page 2 stating, "Why in the world would you ask about that, and yes!" These days he spends far too much time at the keyboard and not enough working out. It would be easier if the town he lives in had a lap pool or the town across the river didn't have theirs closed for 48 days every year at this time. Oh, and he loves to end things like this with a statement that begins, "Oh, ..."