Ronna Kean

<p align="justify" >My wife, Ronna, was doing performance art in Santa Monica, along with an ex-member of the Doors group, but burning out with it. She wanted something else--something drastically different than what she'd been doing. She spoke some Russian and via one of my cop pals turned DEA, I managed to connect her to Military Intelligence--if she'd want to take a breather.

She'd have to enlist, however. It sounded nuts, but adventurous, too; a ticket to get some distance between myself and Hollywood. Through a circuitous set of circumstances too stupid to recall, we left L.A. the small desert town of Mojave. Next came Arizona... Fort Huachuca. Sierra Vista. We lived in Tombstone, then back to California in Monte</p>