The author would like to thank the young female toll-collector on the George Washington Bridge (upper level) who gave him helpful directions last year and who, after discovering that the author was writing a novel, made several significant contributions to this work, among them the suggestion that the author include a page of acknowledgments.
Thanks must also go to the chief curator of the estate of the late William Randolph Hearst in San Luis Obispo, California, for his assistance when, after the author dialed his number by mistake, he referred the author to the proper long distance operator so that the author could receive credit for the call.
This novel could never have been completed were it not for the tremendous personal sacrifice and tireless efforts of the following: Me, myself, and I. That's right, I wrote it, no one else did. What did you expect?