I’ve debated whether to mention that Taxicab to Wichita and Bus Back to Omaha were published in 2014 and 2015, respectively, because dressing underdeveloped narratives up in jackets does not make them ready for the Library of Congress. Still, I’d like to thank Stevie McCoy and Majanka Verstraete, both of whom I worked with under the previous publisher’s disruptively innovative business model (Seattle, Washington). Flashforward to 2019, and here I am rewriting the acknowledgments page for a duology of rewritten books, and right about here, I need to start thanking more people…I’d like to thank my partner, Stephanie Faith-Anne Nash, who’s become expert at finding me reeking of wine and self-pity in the gutter of disillusionment, always with a smile on her face and a glass of water in her hand. I’d like to thank mom for nudging me through the steeper parts of life’s confounded learning curve. I’d like to thank my daughter, Portia, who calls me crazy when she really means eccentric (or so I tell myself). I’d like to thank my sisters, Julia and Tina, because they’ll make solid character witnesses if I ever need to plead insanity. I’d like to thank Duke Miller for his uncanny resemblance to a mentor. I’d like to thank JT Twissel for her generosity in the comment section of the Tin Hats blog. I’d like to thank Anony Mole for making fun of my ‘runny nose’ sentences. I’d like to express my sincere gratitude to John (of John’s Motorcycle Storage and Rare Book Disposal), whose largesse has a few lucky beneficiaries, of which I’m one. Finally, I’d like to thank you, dear reader, for granting me the privilege of being the next projectionist in the theatre of your mind.