By 1996 I had endured many hardships; but, considered myself successful. I had a large efficient shop that I had constructed with my own hands and had stocked with modern tools. My, Dream Machine all terrain boat had sprung into life and was absolutely wonderful. As the years passed I became reconciled with the swamps; I no longer talked, to myself ... now, I talked to the swamps! And then in one dreadful night fire destroyed it all — it was gone — Leap Year night 1996. I said, in shock, to my wife and friends as we huddled nearby and watched my shop burn to the ground; well one thing, we won't have to remember this anniversary but once every 4 years.
