At his Father's nationwide chain of sporting goods, Mac O'Brien had created a job for himself. It involved meeting coaches, players, and management for lunch or dinner and/or a few beers and talking about sporting equipment. It was also necessary to attend hockey games, football games, baseball games, and any other games that he wanted to attend.

Returned home from a West Coast trip -- that among other things involved minor league baseballs; football practice equipment and uniforms (a wedding gift for his new son-in-law); and footballs for a Los Angeles area University team, he put his feet up, had a beer, opened a bag of cheese popcorn.

As he looked out the window at Princeton foliage turned shades of red, orange, and gold in the perfect fall weather, drank beer, ate cheese popcorn, he said to himself that life was good. His wife, Skye, was joining him on next week's trip to Boston, and after he had sold hockey pucks to his favorite team, he and Skye were driving North to see Fall color. Also Caydance and Griff were coming for Thanksgiving. Considering that the last time his daughter had brought a man home, it had been an experimental film maker, Griff was a welcome surprise. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Skye was cooking beef bourguignon.

The only problem was that he had made many calls to old friends, who had formerly served in the 10th Mountain Division, but although all his sources were pretty sure that Pete had survived the War, no one knew where to find him. The Army would know, but Mac no longer had any high level Army contacts. He had also checked with the Dartmouth Alumnioffice.

There was no known address for Pete Lafitte.