Tyler Hunt of Wolfen House

No modern twenty-three year old California Woman is going to start an e-mail with “Dear Daddy”.  Heather had trouble picking up the phone for me, she was so busy (or so she says) but, here she is, a non-writer and reader, composing a grammatically correct e-mail in response to MY DESIRE to have my grandson baptized at the Carmelite monastery located fifteen miles from where – my family – lived!

Patrice and I were once engaged until she picked a fight with me at Jack London’s ‘Wolf House’ which is very ironic, because my Rosamond/Rosemont ancestors are associated with The Wolf. I had read a plaque whereon is described how London’s wife fought outsiders to keep her husband’s legacy intact, and in the right hands.

“This is what is happening to us! This is why it is so profound that you and Heather came into my life. I have an Heir!”

What upset…