So if you’ve been following the stories of shifting times that were happening back in 2007, you’ll be able to jump into the beginning of this part of the story. Let's do a quick catch-up. I had been scouting for the next new, inspiring place for us to land, move our lives and reinvent. I flew out to Jackson Hole Wyoming, Lin’s old, stomping ground. Looking for possibilities of networking, my architectural design into opportunities, so that we could move out to the Rocky Mountains. I rented a car and was staying at a local hotel in town. It was very cold, I believe the temperature got down to five above zero that night. I had been out having dinner by myself as Lin had stayed back home East. After two glasses of wine, with dinner I was heading back to my hotel room driving through town, making sure to obey speed limits, turn signals, and traffic lights. Turns out my rental car had a bad tail light. I was about 100 yards away from my hotel when police lights started swirling into the back of my car and pulled me over. They asked me if I’d been drinking and I told them that I had been out to dinner and that my hotel room was right there and I pointed to it as I said that I had some wine with dinner. They made me get out of the car and do a sobriety test. I blew half of a point over their limit. They booked me and took me to the police station and put me under arrest. It was a holiday weekend on a Friday night and I was not able to post any bail. I was allowed one phone call which I made to Lin. They proceeded to put me into a cell with two Mexican young men that did not speak any English and were very rough. Since they had the cell before me they were sleeping in the two bunks and I had to sleep on the floor. It turned out that because it was a holiday weekend I would not be arraigned until the following Tuesday - remember it’s Friday. I spent three nights in a 10 x 10 cell with two angry Mexicans. Bright florescent lights, full-on, all the time which was in itself a form of torcher. I did my best. Come Monday after sleeping in the same clothes for four days and not having any warm clothing with me, cops put ankle cuffs and handcuffs on me and tied us all together with a total of 15 other cellmates. The law officers marched us through town on like we were on display on that cold February day three blocks to the courthouse.