For thirty years the author has walked up Bascom Hill in Madison, Wisconsin and unlocked the same office door to go to work. At times, he questioned the repetitive nature of doing the same thing over and over, but never to the point of seeking new employment. If anything, such steadfastness allowed him to write these Chronicles in his spare time. It also made the “well done” offered by his co-workers all the more appreciated. He would like to thank them for their support and you too, the readers, for your interest.