 
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LAKE

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T.M. Laughlin

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The Other Side of the Lake  
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CHAPTER 1

The full moon appeared over the lake like an over-sized beacon shining light on the darkness. Gentle ripples caressed the shoreland as the lake revealed its night-time character of perpetual motion. One could even see three loons paddling slowly up the middle of the lake where the moonbeams highlighted their pathway. No lights shone from the residences along either shore out of respect for neighbors as well as visiting animals.

It was a gem of a lake, a glacial work of art in picturesque central Vermont. About 5 miles long and ¾ mile wide and cradled in the hills, which bordered both sides. Spring fed, clear and fresh. Tall evergreens and giant hemlocks commanded the hillsides, but they were also accompanied by handsome maple, oak and spruce trees that lit up the landscape with vivid colors each autumn. And the nearby Green Mountains towered over all this beauty, shadowing the lake's small town in its verdant valley.

There was beautiful symmetry between the lake and its surrounding geography. A perfect balance only Nature could achieve. However, when dissected into its parts, there was an imbalance, at least around the lake. One side of the lake had developed into a comfortable colony of stylish homes and sturdy docks that hosted a variety of boats – motor, sail, and paddle. Not ostentatious, but undeniably affluent. The other side of the lake appeared rural, almost scruffy, where there were a few small homes, not very attractive and indeed shapeless as if patched together by its owners over time. These simple homes had no guest-friendly docks but rather wooden planks on stilts that merely allowed the owners to get in and out of their row boats and canoes.

By 1960 there was still no access road connecting that other side of the lake to the mainland. There was only a narrow dirt pathway between the homes. Residents used row boats to reach the mainland. A few owned a vehicle but they usually parked the vehicle on the mainland. Mail, supplies and services also reached residents by boat. Telephone service was limited, and TV reception was weak to poor. If there was any trouble or emergency, and no way to call for help, the few residents on this side of the lake could clang a huge bell that was erected years ago to get the attention of those on the mainland. Somebody would generally respond, but not always.

The two sides of this lake represented a curious double standard, not intended or cultivated but real. It surely wasn't the only example in the country of a double standard where diverse people co-existed in close proximity; however, it may have been the only example of a community that shared the same endowed asset but with very different outcomes. Families on the more developed side of the lake were prosperous and enjoyed a comfortable quality of life. For many, it was their second home or vacation home and used primarily for leisure pursuits. On the other side of the lake, the families lived there year-round and struggled with limited income and a long list of regular chores like repairing roofs, fixing appliances, chopping wood, tending vegetable gardens, and chasing wildlife. When not attending to their own chores, they were often working on the mainland for the "rich folks" who needed gardening, home maintenance and maid services. Wages were meager, but at least there were real wages.

There was no apparent animosity between the two sides of the lake. However, it could hardly be denied that some on the favored side showed signs of condescension and even contempt at times, while those on the other side of the lake could not always conceal they coveted that better life across the way. Unfortunately, there was little change over the years. The local politicians appeared to like things just as they were, so there was little initiative to grow and enhance the community. And the politicians appeared inbred, so it was hard if not impossible to break the mold. Frankly, life was very comfortable for those in control.

That's the way it was around Lake Aura in the valley town of Aura, Vermont in the early 1960s. Status quo might have continued this way for many years, but it wouldn't. Change agents can occur in many different forms: weather, government, private enterprise, leadership. All these played a dynamic role in the transformation of the Aura community over the next 15 years. It started like a gentle rain but morphed into a monsoon with hurricane force winds. A relentless storm that would blow away the sins of political spoils and complacency and would give rise to youthful vigor and vision. It would be a powerful insurgency that would change the Aura landscape, one hoped for the better.
CHAPTER 2

"Anything noteworthy on the agenda today?" Mayor Martin Willoughby asked the town manager.

"The usual stuff – you know, general admin and a few prattling complaints."

"Prattling complaints? That sounds like it could be good for a few laughs. What do you have?"

"Oh, predictable sour notes like how come our property taxes keep going up without any change to services? And how does the town justify the bump in local tax on our cigarettes, booze and gasoline? And why can't we have twice a week trash pick-up so the animals can't get it? And why aren't the police stopping the speeders?"

"OK, all yawn stuff, right?"

"Well there is one item that stands out. It's a petition from residents on the other side of the lake requesting that we build a road that would connect them to the mainland so they wouldn't have to take boats all the time to get to and from our side."

"There's a big laugher! How many names on the petition?"

"10."

"Wow, overwhelming huh? How many residents over there in that wilderness?"

"10."

"And how much do they contribute to our tax base?"

"Negligible."

"This is comical. You know, several over there tried pushing us on this 'road thing' once before, about three years ago. We tossed their request in the round file and wrote them a syrupy letter about how much we would really like to do that for them, but finances are tight, and there just aren't enough resources right now."

"So, they came back in force this time, with a 10-person petition!"

"Yeah, sad. They just don't get it. But we'll deflect it as usual. Why don't you draft a polite response letter that I can sign? That should buy us another three years at least."

"What about the town council?"

"Yes, at our next meeting I'll advise them we received this petition for a road from our neighbors on the other side of the lake, but that it's my judgment we must defer given our limited resources. I'll read them my polite response letter that you're going to prepare, and that will be the end of it. You know they all will agree to whatever I suggest."

"That's surely the truth. In my one year here as the town manager, I don't think I can recall any pushback on anything from any one of them!"

"Yes, quite frankly a bunch of lemmings, but they are elected and they dutifully come to meetings. I guess they like the prestige and attention of a town council position, but they don't like sounding negative and they certainly don't want to be accused of rocking the boat."

"That's the way I see it, too, but wouldn't we be a stronger management team if they would contribute something?"

"Not necessarily. You and I know what we're doing. We don't need a committee of airheads interfering with our agenda. They're good old boys just eager to be liked and get along with everybody. Nothing constructive about them."

"Still, it's a shame we don't have a stronger team, but at least we have a captain who has command of the ship and knows how to navigate."

"Thank you, Cliff. I appreciate your kind words and support. Please get cracking on that letter so I'll be ready to read it to the members at tomorrow's council meeting. And on your way out, please ask my dutiful secretary, Kristin, to come on in. Many thanks, Cliff."

As Cliff Bowman eased out of his chair in the Mayor's spacious and handsomely decorated executive office, he caught himself staring at several pictures on the mayor's desk. A mahogany framed 8" x 12" portrait of his wife, Glynnis; a smaller, silver framed photo of his two teenage kids, Eric and Samantha; and a modest picture of a young man in military uniform holding a medal proudly.

"Mr. Mayor, although we never seem to talk family, I just have to comment about what a beautiful family you have – great pictures."

"Thank you, Cliff. I am blessed, although I have to admit two teenage kids can make you crazy! But I do think they'll grow out of this phase, eventually," Mayor Willoughby said smiling while rolling his eyes.

"And that military picture – I assume that's you?" Cliff asked genuinely.

"Yes, as a sergeant in the Marine Corps. Enlisted at age 18 and served 20 years including a tour in Europe during World War II and two tours in Korea in '50 and '51. That's a purple heart medal I'm holding that helps remind me in more ways than one how close I was to joining my Maker."

"Oh, that sounds painful. A story for another day perhaps."

"Perhaps, but I'd need a few drinks first to loosen up on that story. Again, please ask Kristin to come on in. Thanks, Cliff."

As Cliff exited the mayor's office he sidled over to Kristin's desk to deliver the mayor's message. But first, he couldn't resist a little flirting. Kristin was 24, athletically slender but sensuously shapely, auburn hair, hazel eyes, and a luminous smile. A beautiful young woman, but to her credit she did not broadcast that she knew that. Her humility was part of her natural charm.

Kristin treasured her job as secretary to the mayor. The job not only paid well, but it also gave her a sense of self-actualization and well-being. She knew she had achieved a better job than most of the girls who graduated from her small high school in the Aura township. She felt fortunate, and best of all her parents were very proud of her.

"Hi Kristin," Mayor Willoughby beamed. "Please sit down. I just had a very interesting discussion with Cliff Bowman about the petition that was sent to us by your friends and neighbors over there on the other side of the lake. Your parents included. Did you know about this?"

"WelI, I was aware that there was a lot of discussion and discontent about the road issue. My parents actually asked me if I could do anything about it with you and the town council."

"And you said...?"

"I said absolutely not, that I'm merely a secretary, privileged to be working for the mayor directly, but I know my limitations."

"And how would you describe those limitations?"

"I do as you request, and keep my mouth shut," Kristin blurted.

"That's a good way of putting it. Please continue that prudent policy. But now I have to deal with this petition," the mayor said handing a copy to Kristin to read.

"You know Mayor, this really is a big issue for us. It's so inconvenient and at times treacherous, especially at night, to navigate across the lake in our little boats. And when there are medical emergencies, those good people are in a panic."

"Has there ever been an occasion when help didn't arrive in time?"

"No, not to my knowledge, but I can tell you the anxiety level is sky high."

"OK, then. I know this is a big concern for those of you living on that other side of the lake, but you must be aware that our finances are tight and our priorities list is very long. Building a road over there would be hugely expensive and we just don't have the resources at this time to afford it. But haven't I gone the extra mile to help in many ways? I mean we set up that big emergency bell over there, and we put lights on the landings. And Lord knows I have gone out of my way to help with employment opportunities, especially for your parents."

"Believe me Mayor, people over there do appreciate all your efforts. I know many of my neighbors would be starving if it were not for you setting up their handy work and housekeeping services with many of the residents on the mainland. And my parents have benefitted the most, so thank you. But the road is still a sore subject, very heavy on their minds."

"OK, well as I explained, resources are tight right now, so I'll have to respond to their petition with a courteous explanation that I hear them, that I understand their concern, but due to other priorities we'll have to defer the road for future consideration. Can you help me deliver that message?"

"Of course, I'll reinforce your sincere interest to help when possible. But many folks are wondering when is our town going to grow out of its economic problems? My former boyfriend, Robbie, used to comment to me that the best way to increase our town's resources would be grow its economic base. It just seems like we continually add taxes on local services when we need to get some additional revenue. Robbie felt strongly that discourages investment in our town. He was always asking where are the incentives to grow?

"Is that what Robbie learned at the University of Vermont? He sure did well, didn't he? No clue what to do, so he joined the Peace Corps?"

"Well, yes he did join the Peace Corps but that's because he was heeding President Kennedy's clarion call to help needy people in distressed places, and that would be typical of Robbie."

"OK, I didn't mean to disparage the good work of the Peace Corps, but Robbie Jamison has a lot to learn about how the real world works. Maybe he'll get that education when he returns to the U.S. and tries to get a real job. But Robbie is not my problem and furthermore, not yours either, right? Didn't you confirm to me that you had cut it off with Robbie?"

"Yes, I cut it off, but I still think he's a very good person, and smart, too."

"OK, I don't want to argue that," snapped the mayor, "but I do hope you understand that I'm trying to do as much as I can to help this community, and many of its citizens, including your parents. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, your parents are both working tonight at the Sheffield's party thanks to your mayor!"

"Yes, thank you for arranging that. It all helps. So, I guess you'll be there, too?"

"No, I have some other work to do. But I may check in with you later in the evening. Please leave your light on as usual."
CHAPTER 3

"Kristin honey would you run down to the main dock to get our mail? I believe I see Shelly coming across the lake in the mail boat," asked Mrs. Betty Anderson, Kristin's Mom.

The Anderson family had been living at Lake Aura for 18 years, having relocated there from Minnesota when Kristin was only six years old. Harry Anderson, a carpenter by trade, had fallen on hard times in the mid 1940's when the nation's attention was still focused on supplying war materials and there was scant need for local carpentry services in Minnesota. When Harry read about the nascent ski industry developing in Vermont, he figured there would soon be a need there for ski lodges, new home building, and home repair. He contacted a realtor in the Lake Aura area and found a modest house for a very affordable price, although it was on the much less developed side of Lake Aura. Nevertheless, Harry bought the place and began his multi-year home improvement plan for their humble abode, which had now become a very cozy, comfortable home.

Harry never became rich, but he was right about a rising demand for his skills, and made a decent living. Of course, it also helped immeasurably that the Aura mayor, Martin Willoughby, had taken a special interest in the Andersons, and often channeled job opportunities to Harry for home projects as well as to Betty for maid services on the mainland.

"No problem, Mom," answered Kristin. "I'll run down there in five minutes and catch Shelly before he leaves. I have a few letters I need to put in everyone's mail box and I need to make sure that's OK by Shelly."

"Who are you writing letters to, Robbie Jamison?"

"No, these are actually letters written by Mayor Willoughby that I promised to deliver. There's one here for you and Dad. I has to do with that petition the neighborhood sent about constructing an access road to the mainland. And Mom, you know that Robbie and I don't write each other anymore, not for over a year now."

"Yes, well I can always hope that will change. Such a nice young man, so handsome and smart. I still don't understand how you two got off track. Neither does Robbie's Mom."

"Thank you and Mrs. Jamison for your genuine concern, but you should both know being so far away so long in that Peace Corps didn't help, but there are other reasons as well."

"I get the separation part, but that generally happens at some time in any relationship. Admittedly love has to be strong enough to hold it all together, and in your and Robbie's case, I thought it was. And what about that old adage 'absence makes the heart grow fonder?'"

"Mom, as I said, there are other reasons beyond the Peace Corps issue. May we please just drop this discussion? I'm going to get the mail."

Kristin bustled out the kitchen door and scampered down the pathway to the dirt road that led to the main dock for all deliveries to this side of the lake, including the mail. Shelly was still there placing mail in everyone's mail box.

Everyone liked Shelly. Tall, slim and soft-spoken, Shelly Percy always had a smile on his face. He'd been a mailman for 28 years to people living on both sides of the lake. He still enjoyed the daily routine, especially the people part. Shelly loved exchanging greetings and listening to the occasional gossip. Shelly knew a lot about a lot of people, from the enlightening envelopes he delivered to the idle chat that friends loved to share.

"Hi Shelly," Kristin said cheerfully as she bounded onto the dock slightly out of breath."

"Whoa, Ms. Kristin, slow down, what's the hurry?"

"Oh, I guess I was just moving fast to make sure I caught you before you left, and also to get away from my mother who was pressing me again about my love life."

"I'm surely not going to ask you about your love life, but why did you need to catch me?"

"Oh, I have letters from the mayor I said I would mail, but since they're for all our neighbors, I thought I'd just put each one in everyone's mail box with their other mail, if that's OK by you, Shelly?"

"Not a problem, especially since I see they're already stamped. Saves me some work and the government doesn't lose any money," Shelly said with a good-natured laugh. "From the mayor you say?"

"Yes, the mayor is responding to all ten neighbors on this side of the lake who submitted a petition about constructing an access road to the mainland."

"May I guess that it's a no?"

"Good guess. Limited resources and higher priorities according to the mayor."

"That really is a shame. It's long overdue and no access road surely creates a hardship for everyone over here. Even for me since I have to boat over here every day to deliver the mail. One has to wonder why the town can't understand the need or find the will to get this done. Surely it will happen someday. May need new leadership though, but you didn't hear that from me!"

"Not to worry. We're on the same team!"

"Hi Kristin and Shelly," a familiar voice sounded behind them.

"Hello Mrs. Jamison," Shelly acknowledged in his usual friendly manner.

"Oh hi, Mrs. Jamison," Kristin said sheepishly, trying to conceal her uneasy feeling.

"Great to see you both," Mrs. Jamison replied. "It's been a while, hasn't it Kristin?"

"Yes, sorry to say, but so busy you know. How have you been?"

"Doing fine, and maybe better if I get the letter I'm hoping for."

Shelly picked right up on that and blurted "I think I have that letter for you, Mrs. J. It's post marked 'Viet Nam' and has the Peace Corps insignia on it!"

"Praise the Lord," Mrs. Jamison exclaimed. "May I please have it, Shelly. Can't wait to open it!"

"Here you go," Shelly said while handing Mrs. Jamison the internationally stamped envelope.

Mrs. Jamison opened it immediately and scanned the first page quickly. "OK, this is great, just what I wanted to read. Robbie confirms he is coming home!"

Shelly said cheeringly "Wow, that is great news!" and offered a high-five to Mrs. Jamison.

Kristin beamed a big smile and started clapping her hands together. "So he's safe and sound and headed home – what a relief. He's been gone so long he may not recognize this place."

"Oh, he'll remember it, but he may want to fix a few things...like his broken relationship with you."

"Oh dear, that could be awkward," Kristin blushed.

"Well I do hope you'll keep an open mind and remember the good times – that should be worth at least a welcome home hug."

"Of course, Mrs. J. There are no bad feelings between us, and I do look forward to seeing Robbie back here among us again."

Shelly interjected, "So how long has it been?"

Mrs. Jamison responded, "It's been about 20 months. Robbie joined the Peace Corps in the fall of '62 not too long after graduating from college that previous June. After 3 months training at the University of Texas in Austin, Robbie was assigned to work with a Catholic missionary in South Vietnam. Their role at the time was to aid, teach and nurture Vietnamese families that had been adversely affected by the Viet Cong insurgents from North Vietnam who are ravaging parts of the South.

"Sounds nasty," Shelly said grimly.

"It is and although there hasn't been much coverage in the U.S. about this Asian conflict, it's evidently escalating into full-fledged guerilla warfare and the U.S. keeps getting more deeply involved."

"Why, you have to wonder, when the U.S. has so much else to worry about at home right now?" Shelly pondered.

"The short answer, according to Robbie, it's the Soviet Union who is backing and supplying the North Vietnamese along with China. The U.S. appears intent on blocking any further spread of communism into southeast Asia," Mrs. Jamison explained.

"It's that Soviet Union nemesis again," Shelly said disdainfully. "Seems like that big bad commie Khrushchev is determined to challenge President Kennedy all over the globe – erecting that inflammatory Berlin wall a couple years ago, and then stealthily trying to send missiles to Cuba to intimidate us. What a fright that was! I know folks who fervently believe that Khrushchev and his commie comrades had something to do with JFK's assassination last year. I know we can't prove that but he's clearly a dangerous bully with no love for the US of A."

"Yes, Khrushchev is a menace," Mrs. Jamison agreed, "and it's getting very hot over there in Southeast Asia. I can tell you we get these very upsetting reports from Robbie, but we can't really discuss with anyone here because no one is much aware of the situation over there since our U.S. media is totally preoccupied right now with civil rights, the hazards of smoking, and the scary presidential aspirations of Barry Goldwater. Even the Beatles are getting more coverage than this intensifying war in Southeast Asia."

"Kristin, listening intently, asked "Is the worsening situation the reason why Robbie is coming home now? I mean it's great that he is, but I thought he had said he would be away for two years."

"It is exactly why," Mrs. Jamison was quick to say. "As example, in a previous letter Robbie recounted the horrifying story of a terrorist bomb exploding in the lobby of a movie theatre within the American community in Saigon killing three Americans and injuring at least 50 others. Robbie said this was the second bombing within the week and was evidently directed at American personnel."

"Wow, thank God Robbie is OK," Kristin sighed. "He surely does deserve a big hug when he gets back here. In fact, we need to celebrate, maybe organize a parade in his honor. I could ask the Mayor..."

"Hold on, Kristin," Mrs. Jamison interrupted. "A celebration is a thoughtful idea but no parades please. You should know that Robbie does not want or like such attention."

"You're right, of course. OK a celebration. Does the letter say when Robbie will be arriving back here?

Mrs. Jamison stared at the letter again. "He says he will need to do some debriefing at the University of Texas for about two weeks, and then should be home here at Lake Aura by the 4th of July."

Shelly chuckled, "I'm guessing there's going to be quite some fireworks display this 4th of July!"
CHAPTER 4

When Kristin returned with the mail, her Mom wanted to know if Shelly had anything interesting to say.

"Actually, Patty Jamison showed up while I was at the dock with Shelly and she was by far the most interesting," Kristin commented with a twinkle in her eye.

"Oh, how so?" asked Mrs. Anderson.

"Good news from Robbie in Asia!" Kristin said exuberantly.

"Well, well, I haven't seen that emotion for a while. I like it, so what's up?"

"Robbie is coming home. Not for a couple weeks, but he expects to be back here by the 4th of July according to what Robbie said in his letter to the Jamisons."

"That is very good news," Betty Anderson said with a smile. "I'm sure he'll have a book full of stories to tell. We should arrange a neighborhood get together when he gets back."

"Yes, more like a big party, a celebration!" Kristin said excitedly.

Sensing a major change in attitude on the subject of Robbie, Betty looked pleased and said to Kristin: "Good idea. I'll talk to Patty Jamison and all the neighbors and see what we can cook up. In the meantime, your father and I need to get ready for the Sheffield's party across the lake – we're the hired help team tonight, thanks again to your boss, Mayor Willoughby."

"Yes, I know. He did mention that to me. Don't stay out too late," Kristin teased.

"Ha, ha. Not to worry, but it probably will be a late night for us. Leave the light on!"

"Oh, it will be on," Kristin assured but knowing all too well there was more than one reason for that light to be on.

Kristin was resigned to an unsettling evening anticipating that her boss, the mayor, just might be paying a nocturnal visit. Mayor Willoughby knew of course that Harry and Betty Anderson would be working at the Sheffield residence most of the evening, so the coast was clear for a visit to Kristin on the other side of the lake. And why not? It's low risk, high gain. Where else could a 42-year old guy with a listless marriage experience sensual excitement with a young, beautiful, shapely maiden in a secluded, secret setting? This temptation had proven irresistible. The mayor knew Kristin cherished her job, and would never say anything to jeopardize that special position she had in the mayor's office for the past two years. The benefits were too good, both for her and her family. She had learned how the game was to be played, accepted the rules, and acceded to the winner.

Not surprisingly Kristin viewed the mayor's canoe approaching the Anderson's dock. The mayor always used his small, non-descript green fishing canoe for these nocturnal excursions. It was much harder to identify than the mayor's sleek, teak wood Chris Craft cruiser that everyone associated with the mayor. He rarely used his fishing canoe, except for occasional early evening fishing expeditions. However, it was also perfect for these late night clandestine passages across the lake. It made little noise and was equipped with a dim fog light if needed, although it was not really needed since the mayor knew his way and could almost navigate blind-folded to the Anderson's dock.

The mayor secured the canoe and with the help of a flashlight made his way toward the Anderson's side door. Kristin waited for the four-knock signal, and opened the door to greet her daytime boss, and night-time philanderer. The mayor smiled and said hello, but not much else was said as the two walked down the hall to Kristin's bedroom. Kristin closed the door and stood in anxious anticipation of the event she knew was about to occur.

The mayor unbuttoned Kristin's blouse and slid his hands under her bra to fondle Kristin's soft, supple breasts. A few moments later, the mayor had unhooked and removed Kristin's bra revealing the full splendor of her sensuous breasts.

She tried to focus on something, anything other than what was actually occurring. She fixated on her white, green and gold poster of winter festivities at the University of Vermont, where a few years ago she and Robbie had enjoyed a long winter weekend of exhilarating fun at the snow-bound Burlington, Vermont campus bordering the shores of Lake Champlain. It was so beautiful as the sun glistened off the freshly fallen snow and showcased the artistically clever snow sculptures made by the students. Kristin was warmed by the tender embrace of her hero, Robbie Jamison. It was clear Robbie had two deep passions: an unrelenting pride for his UVM college, the fifth oldest college in New England, and an unbounded love for his high school sweetheart, Kristin Anderson. What a blissful time in Kristin's life. She wondered often why that all had to change.

The mayor's hands were now moving down Kristin's torso. He unbuckled her skirt which fell to the floor. He moved his hands up and down Kristin's legs as if applying some sort of skin lotion, and then cupped her nicely rounded little butt, pulling her closer to him. After a few massaging motions, his fingers started pulling down her scanty pink panties. There she stood, fully naked, still staring absently at her UVM poster, but not resisting.

The mayor took a step back to admire his work and this beautiful young woman before him. Her creamy white skin appeared seductively luminous in the silvery moonlight streaming through her window. He quickly jettisoned his own pants, embraced her, and then pressed Kristin onto her bed. As he lay on top of her, after enjoying his immensely pleasurable moment, the mayor couldn't help but think how lucky he was at this time of his life. He had a gorgeous and loyal paramour, a supportive and unsuspecting wife, two teenage kids, an idyllic community surrounding an enchanting lake nestled in the picturesque Green Mountains, and he was the master, the commander, the CEO who controlled it all. He just needed to make the right moves to assure his lucky streak would extend as long as possible.

However, Martin Willoughby knew that luck does not have an infinite life. He knew he would need a plan B.
CHAPTER 5

Mayor Willoughby was back in the office early next morning without missing a beat. No bumps, no distractions, no reproaches. It was business as usual.

"Kristin!" the mayor bellowed, "Where is the agenda for our council meeting this morning?"

"Just finishing the typing, Mayor," Kristin replied dutifully, "I'll have it to you momentarily."

"Good, I need to review it before all the councilors arrive."

Today the Aura Town Council and its mayor would be addressing revenue enhancing measures. Due to shortfalls in tax receipts, the mayor will be advocating a sales tax surcharge and an increase in property taxes. This would not be popular, but how else to quickly close the gap between rising expenses and revenue shortfalls?

As the meeting began, after the usual preliminaries, Cliff Bowman, town manager, reviewed the budget status which clearly showed the town would be faced with a deficit. "We'll have to rely on the bank to cover the short for about three months until we realize more tax receipts," Cliff said matter-of-factly.

"Hold on, Cliff, we can't keep on kicking that can down the road," howled Councilman Barry Robertson. Barry had the unenviable role as the lone fiscal conservative on the town council. "We need a plan to close the gap and balance our budget."

At this point, the mayor spoke up: "I have that plan, Barry. I propose that we impose a temporary sales surtax on all purchases, and raise property taxes."

"With all due respect, Mayor Willoughby, we've pushed the tax button hard these past several years. Folks are not happy about it, and we're losing some businesses and some very fine people because of it."

"We can withstand a few lost businesses, Barry, and other people will fill the void on the home front. Look at that lake, and the mountains. Where can you find a more beautiful setting for a Vermont home?"

"Try New Hampshire!" Barry retorted. "There's no sales tax in New Hampshire and property taxes are relatively low. I don't see any towns struggling in that state!"

"That's because it's easier access, not because it's a more desirable place to live," the mayor argued. "After the Federal Government finishes expanding the Interstate routes 89 and 91 up through our state, you'll see a parade of folks marching here to buy into our beautiful Aura community'"

"Well it's not going to be so desirable if our tax rates are sky high," Barry countered.

"It's all relative, Barry, we have more to offer, so people will be willing to pay more."

"More than New Hampshire lake communities like Lake Winnipesaukee, Sunapee, Squam and Ossipee?" Jerry Kline piped in. Jerry was as liberal as most on the Aura Town Council, but Jerry was also a pragmatist. He'd lived in the Lake Aura community for most of his life, and had seen growth stagnate these past ten years. "Isn't it time we started doing things that would add to our economic base rather than continue to erode it?"

"Sure thing, Jerry," the mayor said somewhat condescendingly, "but before we can invest further in our community, we need to generate more funds to pay for it."

"There's only so much you can squeeze out of our existing residents before there's a revolt or mass exodus or both," said Jerry. "Already our lower income folks are struggling mightily."

"You mean like those gypsies on the other side of the lake?" the mayor asked sarcastically. "Might be a good thing if something prompted them to relocate. Then maybe we could take positive steps to develop that shabby part of our lake."

"You may think of them as gypsies, Mr. Mayor, but these are good people," Jerry stammered. "I've grown to know all of them, and I feel their pain. They work hard for meager wages, but they're the ones who step up first to help others when times are tough, more so than all those rich folks on the mainland who come and go as they please."

"OK, OK I spoke too harshly," the mayor retracted. "But remember, it's all those rich folks who support this town with their big-time purchases and taxes."

"Yes, but if you keep raising their taxes, many of those rich folks will alter their course, and perhaps skip right over to New Hampshire," Barry Robertson warned. "If you think we have a revenue issue now, I guarantee it will be worse if we start losing our affluent friends."

"But Barry, that's the point," the mayor retorted. "They are our affluent friends. They got plenty of money and they like our lovely lake and proximity to the Green Mountains."

"I'm just saying we shouldn't be complacent about their loyalty to our town," Barry countered. "If we start building our economic base, it will benefit everyone, rich and poor. That's just smart business."

"That will happen eventually," the mayor predicted. "First, we need more revenue, and that must come from the folks already here. Cliff and I will work out the plan and provide it to all you at our next meeting."

An hour later after all the other less controversial agenda items were covered, Mayor Willoughby and Cliff Bowman reconvened to consider their next steps for their revenue action plan.

The mayor looked at Cliff and scoffed, "Those dreamers. How do they think we can grow our base when we're in no position to invest? We need more revenue just to keep pace with our rising costs."

"Well, Mayor, that sounds like managing for status quo and that's what Robertson and Kline were concerned about, Cliff said carefully. "Perhaps we need to consider deficit spending, taking on some debt, to invest more in our community and make it more attractive for others to come here to enjoy our beautiful lake in summer and skiing in winter."

"Oh, not you too, Bowman!" howled the mayor. "You know we must be fiscally responsible, and that means no debt! And besides, the more we keep a tight fist on spending, the more control we have on this community, and that's a good thing for me and for you!"
CHAPTER 6

Robbie Jamison landed at Boston's Logan airport after his long 3-stop flight from Austin, Texas where he had spent the last two weeks at the Peace Corps training facility. Processing out meant a lot of briefing about his Peace Corps experience and filling out a plethora of administrative reports. After 20 months in the Corps, it was time to go home, and chart the next phase of his life. He was looking forward to that, but he felt uneasy about having no definite plans.

As Robbie settled into his seat on the Vermont Transit bus that would take him from Boston to near his home on Lake Aura, he fell into deep reverie about life, career, and relationships. It would be great to see Mom and Dad, and his little brother Richie. It would be great to have some quality time at home with the family, sharing stories, gorging on chicken barbecues, and quaffing good quality American beers after putting up with all that Asian hogwash.

It would also be great to see all the neighborhood families again, but he was still befuddled about Kristin. What the heck happened there? A sudden break, not much explanation, boom! Robbie conjectured it must be another guy, but who? Someone new in town? A friend from the past, perhaps from high school? Someone she met at the mayor's office? Probably the latter since she would likely meet many new people sitting at her desk in front of the mayor's office. He would learn soon enough. He hoped she was happy, but he also hoped he could win her back. Given the cool brush-off, he suspected that wouldn't be easy, but he was sure going to give it the old college try!

And what about career? With a good academic record from UVM and his Peace Corps experience, Robbie felt confident he could get favorable attention, at least an interview, with some companies in the private sector. He didn't rule out a job in government, especially given his Peace Corps experience, but as he learned in Econ 101 in college, the best paying jobs reside in the private sector. Where to point though? Banking, retailing, manufacturing, sales? So much to think about. Fortunately, he had developed a network of friends in the Peace Corps who might be able to help direct him, as well as provide good references. There will be time to think this through more clearly, especially after a few restful days at home with family and friends, but he was already feeling the anxiety of "what now?"

The Vermont Transit bus pulled into its White River Junction, Vermont terminal about 35 minutes later than scheduled, but that didn't matter to Robbie's excited parents and friends who had made the lengthy drive over there a couple hours ago to welcome back their hometown hero. Big cheers as Robbie stepped off the bus, while his parents rushed over to give him a huge hug. Robbie got a little misty but maintained his composure enough to wave to everyone and flash an appreciative smile. He spotted several of his Lake Aura neighbors in the welcoming group, as well as a few good friends from his high school days. But no Kristin. He kept looking, but no Kristin. That disappointed him, but he knew he shouldn't be surprised in light of the recent coolness in their relationship. It was bewildering and it was maddening and it was at the top of his list to find out what happened!

Robbie and his parents joined Robbie's old high school buddy, Will Bradford and his Dad, for the drive home. Robbie and Will had been co-captains of the Aura High School football team. The team didn't have a winning season their senior year, but Robbie and Will carried the torch of pride throughout. Although Will did not go on to college, staying in town to help with his Dad's construction business, he and Robbie had remained close friends and enjoyed each other's company during Robbie's summer breaks from college. Will had really missed his good friend these past 20 months while Robbie was in Viet Nam with the Peace Corps. It was time to catch up and have some fun.

After a half-hour of high spirited small talk and several good laughs on the drive home, Robbie asked Will if he knew how Kristin was doing and if all was OK with her and the Andersons. Will knew this was a sensitive subject and chose his words carefully.

"Kristin appears to be doing fine," Will said slowly and matter-of-factly. "She seems pleased with her job in the mayor's office. In fact, everyone I know perceives Kristin is more than a secretary to the mayor."

"What does that mean?" Robbie was quick to ask.

"I mean the mayor is relying on Kristin more like an executive assistant than just a secretary. She has definitely stepped up in stature since she started there almost two years ago. In fact, when I saw Kristin about a month ago at the Hob Nob Pub enjoying a beer or two with some friends Kristin told me she was celebrating her big raise. I congratulated her and we clinked mugs, but she strangely didn't appear over-joyed. I mean she appeared pleased, but not euphoric. At least that was my impression."

"Was she celebrating with another guy?" Robbie asked sheepishly.

"Not that I could tell," Will answered. "There were other guys at the Pub, but none appeared attached to Kristin. She was clearly with several of her girlfriends from high school days. It did not look like there was any designated guy date, at least not while I was there."

"Well that's interesting, and somewhat of a relief. Perhaps I still have a chance to fix whatever I broke and get back in the game before the final whistle blows!"

"Good luck on that. However, I do have to warn you, Robbie, she does appear to be a different person now."
CHAPTER 7

Mayor Willoughby walked down the hall to Cliff Bowman's office, entered and closed the door. Cliff looked up, startled, and braced for a whiplash.

"So Cliff, how are doing on the budget draft?" the mayor asked pointedly.

"It's coming along, but it's tight."

"Have you included those sweeteners I requested?"

"Not yet. Right now I have service expenses holding at last year's level, and even at that we're really tight."

"Well push it harder. I want all services and events up 8-10% including the police department, town maintenance operations, town legal services, the downtown beautification fund, the 4th of July parade and fireworks, the Octoberfest festival, and town Christmas decorations. And I want you to include a 15% raise for Kristin and all members of the Town Council. And you, too."

"OK, boss, but you know the CPI was up only 2.3% last year so it will be tough to justify such huge increases, and it will be nearly impossible to show the Council a balanced budget with those increases."

"You leave the Council to me, Cliff. You just make sure the budget balances. Pump up those property taxes as I signaled we would do at the last Council meeting. I'll talk to the Town Assessor to make sure he's on the same page. In fact, we better include a 10% raise for him, too."

"You sure are being generous."

"You can call it generous. I call it smart. We take care of the people who control this town and delight the people who live in this town with dazzling events and decorations. It's called job security for me, and for you, too, Cliff."
CHAPTER 8

Word about the homecoming party for Robbie was spreading fast. Shelly helped a lot with that while making his rounds delivering the mail. All would be welcome. Saturday afternoon 4 pm at the main dock on the other side of the lake. Plenty of dock cleats to secure boats, and plenty of space behind the dock to mingle and enjoy refreshments: hamburgers, hot dogs, cole slaw, pretzels, chips, soft drinks, and two kegs of cold beer provided by the Hob Nob Pub.

Robbie was feeling a little uncomfortable about all this attention he would receive on Saturday, but he was genuinely excited about the event. He would have a chance to reconnect with so many friends and supporters within the Aura community that he hadn't seen in a long time. That would be a joy. He was very anxious about one thing however – would Kristin be there?

Around 4 pm on Saturday, many town residents began showing up at the dock. There was an air of exhilaration as well as celebration. It's always a thrill for home town folks to honor one of their own, to applaud a hero for his past athletic accomplishments and now to cheer his return home after serving a noble cause for his country. In their minds, Robbie was the model son, the "All-American" boy who makes everyone feel good about their community.

Will Bradford and his Dad had set up several of those foldable card tables that would serve as food stations for the delectable comfort food refreshments. The barbecue grill was already smoking signaling its near readiness to char the sumptuous hamburgers and hot dogs that everybody loved. The Hob Nob Pub workers tapped the first keg of Carling Black Label beer, a local favorite. This gave rise to a snappy chorus of "Hey Mabel, Black Label" from the happy visitors surrounding the keg awaiting a first sip of the frothy cool brew.

Robbie arrived at the dock and the cheering began. The turn-out was heart-warming. Families from both sides of the lake, many of Robbie's former high school friends and teammates, and local officials including Town Councilmen Barry Robertson and Jerry Kline. Noticeably absent were Mayor Martin Willoughby and Town Manager Cliff Bowman, but those two generally avoided a non-sanctioned town event. However, most noticeable to many and to Robbie especially was the absence of Kristin Anderson. This saddened Robbie but there were so many familiar and cheerful faces greeting Robbie, he quickly set aside his disappointment and began mingling with everyone, offering a warm smile and appreciative hand-shake to all.

As the sun descended behind the hills of Lake Aura, and a chilly late afternoon breeze prompted many of the well-wishers to depart, Robbie pulled his good buddy Will Bradford aside.

"Will, great event and thanks for all your efforts to help make it great. But tell me, why the heck wouldn't Kristin come say hello?"

"Robbie, I don't know for sure, but as I told you before, Kristin has changed. It's not that she's become aloof, but she has put some distance between herself and our group of friends from the good old days. I can't put my finger on it, but I do think it has something to do with her exalted role at the mayor's office."

Just as Will finished that comment, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson walked over to shake Robbie's hand and say good-bye. Betty Anderson speaking giddily said "Robbie, it's such a pleasure and a blessing to have you back here with us. We're very proud of you, you know."

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Anderson, and thank you Mr. Anderson for coming today."

"It has been our pleasure, son," spoke Mr. Anderson sincerely.

"Thank you, I appreciate that, and believe me I appreciate all the wonderful times in the past when I had the pleasure of talking with you at your home when I came over to see Kristin. By the way, is Kristin OK? I was disappointed that I didn't see her here today."

Betty Anderson's demeanor changed immediately. She frowned and said, "We're disappointed also, Robbie. Kristin said she had a conflict and couldn't make it, but I sense there's something more troubling going on in her head – just don't know what. But I do have a suggestion for you."

"I'm definitely open to any suggestions," Robbie quickly stated.

"After church services next Sunday, we're hosting an informal luncheon for Reverend Burke and his wife – their fifth anniversary with our church. It will be at our place at noon, and your parents are also coming. I suggest you come as well. Kristin will definitely be there!"

"That might be a little awkward, but I'm feeling desperate. I will be there!

"Good, and feel free to wander off for a little walk and friendly chat," Betty said with a cheshire smile.

"Great suggestion – thank you!"

"You're welcome, and good luck Robbie. We're cheering for you."

Robbie smiled and nodded appreciatively. It was the best feeling he had all day.
CHAPTER 9

The next week would pass slowly. The "impromptu" meeting he planned with Kristin next Sunday dominated his mind. He could think of little else. Fortunately, there was still a lot of catching up to do with family that distracted in a good way. Dad wanted to hear more and more about Robbie's Viet Nam experiences as well as explore how Robbie perceived his future. Brother Richie wanted to impress his big brother with his athletic ability, indeed show-off, so there were many hours of football and baseball tossing in the back yard and hiking up the mountain trails. Mom devoted her special time to unabashed pampering.

In about their third or fourth father-son chat, Mr. Jamison managed to pull out of Robbie what the future might bring for his son. Robbie was intentionally vague, because he wasn't sure himself what would be his most promising career path, but he finally admitted that he had an interest in finance and business and thought he'd be good at it. His Dad agreed, but he had to admit that there weren't abundant opportunities in the Aura vicinity.

"Not thinking local, Dad," Robbie said sharply.

"Where then, and what and how?" Mr. Jamison asked curiously.

"Easy Dad, I don't have all the answers. No definite plan yet, but there is at least one good possibility."

"Well that's good news. I would love to hear more about that!"

"OK, but this is very preliminary so please keep it confidential."

"You got it, but lay it on me – I'm excited to hear."

"Well my tour with the Peace Corps turned out to be more than just a humanitarian experience. It also gave me an opportunity to network with many interesting people – bright, well educated, highly motivated and in some cases very affluent people. One of those people was Jake Cromwell from Boston. His Dad founded Mass Bay Ventures, a highly successful investment and management consulting company. MBV, as Jake always referred to the company, invests in or actually acquires small companies that show the potential to grow and generate substantial profit. MBV invests the capital, takes seats on the Board and often supplies key management talent. In return, MBV gains total or majority shareholder interest and if that company is eventually sold or goes public, which is called an IPO, MBV makes a huge profit."

"Fascinating," Mr. Jamison said genuinely interested, "but where do you fit in?"

"Yes, that's the most intriguing part. It should not surprise that young Jake is being groomed for a big role at MBV, but his Dad firmly believes that Jake needs to work up the ladder, taking operating positions in the companies that MBV buys or invests in. Jake's Dad has also asked him to help find other young talent that could do the same - people that are smart, dedicated, and trust worthy. Jake thinks I am one of those people and wants me to consider joining MBV, first as a management trainee and then placed in one of the MBV companies."

"Wow, that sounds very promising!" exclaimed Mr. Jamison. "Is there a catch?"

"Well the catch, Dad, is relocation to Boston and most likely somewhere else later depending on what company I get placed in."

"OK, but you didn't expect to get rich here in Aura, did you?"

"No, not realistically, but it would be tough to leave Lake Aura and all my friends again."

"Not to worry, you'll make new friends and when successful, you'll be able to visit us and all your friends as often as you'd like. You won't always get a gala celebration for your homecomings, but you'll always get a lot of hugs...and a lot of pampering from your mother."

"Thanks, Dad. I appreciate your interest and support. I'm supposed to call Jake in a couple weeks and let him know, so let's see what happens. There are still some other important things on my mind so I need a little time to work through all those other thoughts as well."

"I'm guessing I know what one of those things is, so good luck with that," Mr. Jamison said nodding his understanding.

At that moment, young Richie burst into the room and announced that he wanted to go hiking up the hillside into the back woods with his big brother Robbie. "I want to show you something very interesting, big brother," Richie said flipping a coin to Robbie.

"What's this?" Robbie asked curiously. "Is this a gold coin?"

"I don't know really, but it could be and if so I'd sure like to find more." Richie said excitedly. "I actually found a couple of these while hiking around the upper north trail last week. It's a beautiful day so I thought you might want to join me today. Maybe there's more good stuff up there."

"Sure, I'm up for a treasure hunt," Robbie said cheerily, winking at his Dad. "Should we bring a large sack so we can stow all the treasure and bring it back?" Robbie said sarcastically.

"Ha, ha big brother," Richie laughed. "You never know, but at least we can have some fun hiking and exploring some interesting rock formations I found on the upper trail."

"Let's do it," Robbie said. "So Dad, if we find treasure, dinner is on us!" Robbie said with a big smile.

"Deal, but just in case you don't, please be sure you are home by 6 pm for your Mom's dinner!" Mr. Jamison said with a chuckle.
CHAPTER 10

Robbie and Richie set forth hiking up the back hills, reliving past times and restoring some of that brotherly bonding that had slipped somewhat over these past 20 months that Robbie was away.

Robbie doubted they would find any gold buried in the hills but the hike at least would be therapeutic. He needed to distract his mind from the persistent and troubling thoughts about Kristin. And Richie's imaginative search for treasure could keep them preoccupied all afternoon. It would be a fun time with his younger brother.

After hiking about an hour, what seemed like straight up, Robbie and Richie needed a break. They found a large fallen tree trunk to sit on and refresh with water they brought in their canteens. They each enjoyed a few refreshing swigs, sat back and relaxed.

Robbie shifted into a playful mood. "So Richie, where is all this treasure you were talking about? You know I don't have a job now, so I sure could use a bundle of gold coins!" Robbie quipped kiddingly.

"Hopefully I'll show you. We need to hike another 30 minutes or so and we'll come to the spot where I found the coins I showed you earlier," Richie said in earnest.

"Well let's hurry on then. I'm tired of being poor," Robbie said jokingly.

Hiking further up into the hills, about a half hour later, Richie stopped and pointed to a large boulder-sized rock and said, "It was near that rock that I found the gold coin I showed you. I thought maybe there might be more buried underneath that rock. I tried to move it but I couldn't budge that beast of a rock if I tried all day. So, big brother, maybe the two of us could move it?"

Robbie and Richie stood behind that rock, pushing and straining for 20 minutes. Perspiration was dripping onto their shirts and their hands were getting chafed, but no deal. They could not get any effective leverage position on that big rock. They sat down to rest and rethink the situation.

Robbie postulated that if they could find a long, solid tree limb they could use that for leverage beneath the rock like a fulcrum, and maybe shift it off its very settled ground position. Perhaps then they could push it or roll it a foot or so, enough to see if there was anything underneath. They began a search for that tree limb.

It took only about 10 minutes in this dense hillside forest. Richie shouted: "Robbie, I found a beauty, but we may need to carve a V-shape on its end to drive the limb deep enough to get under that rock."

Robbie responded, "No problem. I've learned to always carry my hunter's knife when I venture into the wilderness. I learned that in Viet Nam. Let's do some carving!"

Richie held one end of the tree limb while Robbie started whittling the other end with his hunter's knife. It didn't take long, as the blade was very sharp – SOP in Viet Nam.

Ready to excavate, Robbie positioned the sharpened end of the tree limb at the base of the rock and began the big dig. Working it back and forth, Robbie was able to slide the limb far enough under the rock to gain a leveraged position. Now it would be two guys and a limb versus the big rock. It moved, not much but it was a start. Several more thrusting maneuvers and it moved off its bearings. Just enough for Robbie and Richie to gain a little more inertia with their grinding shoulder pushing.

It really didn't matter to Robbie if nothing appeared under this huge rock. He found the entire endeavor amusing, especially since he was having such a good time with his brother up in these beloved hills that served as the backyard of his own youth. In years past, Robbie had often explored these hills, sometimes alone, sometimes with his good buddy Will. He was never looking for anything specific, merely the excitement of the unknown. Robbie and Will often blazed their own trails, always with a compass so they wouldn't get lost. The evergreens, hemlocks and spruce trees were magnificent, and the two boys were always entertained by the indigenous wildlife: an air force of majestic birds including sparrows and swallows, wood warblers, thrushes and hummingbirds, and the four-legged ground forces of partridges, grouse, white-tailed deer, sleek catamounts, and the formidable black bear. The latter was a little scary, but the black bears in these Green Mountain woods were well fed, and not looking for trouble. One always had to be on alert, however, and never assume the black bears would be friendly. OK to view one from a distance, but always take precautionary cover. Exciting though, especially for the young invincible teenagers.

Richie spoke first: "Robbie, wow, look, there is something unusual under this rock! See the hole?"

"Yeah, I do. Definitely looks like a man-made hole. Too dark to see clearly what is down there, but I do think I see some kind of large bag, like an old-fashioned carpet bag. I wish I had a flashlight."

"Richie said: "We should come back tomorrow with more equipment to get at it, and pull it out."

"Agreed, at least a shovel, a hook and some rope" Robbie suggested.

"Yes, and let's not forget flashlights," Richie reminded.

"For sure," Robbie agreed. "We definitely need to see better what this appears to be before we go to all the trouble to pull it out of this hole. And before we go, we need to cover up this hole lest someone else find it before we get back here."

"Like who, a black bear?" Richie kidded.

"Ha, ha, little brother. I wasn't thinking black bear, but now that you mention it, those critters are very curious. They might dig into any open hole looking for a new source of food. However, more likely it would be the two-legged homo sapiens type that might stumble onto this. Either way, let's not take any chances and cover up the hole with some leafy branches. And let's get back here by noon tomorrow to finish what we've started here. Sound good?"

"Yes, can't wait," Richie said cheerfully.

"OK, but don't get your hopes up too high," Robbie said soberly. "Remember where you are. It's not too likely anyone from Lake Aura came all the way up here into the hills to bury any worthwhile treasure, assuming they had any worthwhile treasure. But I must admit it will be interesting to see what is down there!"

"Amen to that," accentuated Richie.

The night passed very slowly for Richie. Tomorrow's adventure was all he could think about.
CHAPTER 11

Robbie and Richie were back at it next day. No stopping to rest this time as they retraced their steps from the day before. Moving briskly along the zig-zag trail to the top of this steep and heavily wooded hill, they arrived hot and sweaty but ready for work in the hole by the big rock. They quickly removed the leafy branches they had used to cover and camouflage their work from the previous day. With flashlights turned on, they peered down the hole with bated breath. Could there really be "buried treasure" down there?

Indeed there did appear to be a carpet bag down there. Robbie and Richie secured their rope to a large hook they brought and lowered it down the hole. They maneuvered the hook to hitch onto the handle of the carpet bag. Robbie started to hoist it up but it was so heavy he slipped backward losing his grip. Robbie beckoned Richie to help with the rope pull. Together the two of them managed to drag the bag out of the hole.

Now the fun part. What was in it?

Robbie loosened the string closure, clasped the two handles, and eagerly drew open the top. He immediately recoiled as if struck by a lightning bolt. Watching intently, Richie lurched backward unnerved by his brother's reflexive retreat. "Jeez Robbie, what did you see in there?" Richie asked nervously.

With eyes agape, Robbie looked at Richie and exclaimed breathlessly: "Gold coins, lots of them! There must be well over a thousand coins in there!"

"Well OK, hurrah, a treasure just as we hoped!" said Richie as he sprinted over to take a look himself.

"Yes, it does appear to be an old buried treasure," Robbie acknowledged. "These don't look like any coins we use today, but they sure do look like real gold coins. Probably used for currency and trade a long time ago, perhaps as far back as the Revolutionary War. I say that because of the old British legend inscribed on the back on the coins. I wonder how much these could be worth today?"

"Can't wait to find out," Richie said excitedly, "but it should be enough, I hope, to put me through college. God knows Mom and Dad don't have enough saved to send son #2 on to college."

"Yes, this should surely help," Robbie agreed, "and maybe enough to buy Mom and Dad a nicer home...maybe even on the mainland side of the lake!"

"And something for you, maybe one of those hot new Ford Mustang cars!" Richie said gleefully.

"OK, OK, but let's not get carried away with grandiose thoughts," Robbie cautioned soberly. "We have no idea how much these gold coins are worth or even where to go to get them appraised. But rest assured I will find out!"

Robbie and Richie smiled and gave each other a high five. "Great find, little brother. Now let's cover up this hole and take our treasure home."

As Robbie picked up the shovel to begin filling in the hole, Richie shined the flashlight down the hole to gauge how deep it was. Suddenly startled, Richie

shrieked "Robbie, there's another bag down there, same size!"

"Are you kidding me – holy moly! Let's get back to work!"

The hook was lowered again, this time deeper, but with Richie lighting the way Robbie was able to see OK and connect with the second carpet bag. The two struggled for 15 minutes on the rope pull but successfully dragged the bag out of the hole. When they opened it they found similar contents – a full load of gold coins.

Robbie and Richie sat back exhausted, but exhilarated and humbled by thoughts of their new-found wealth. Both were dazzled by what was happening to them in real time. The scope and meaning of all this was hard to fully comprehend at the moment, but they knew their life was changing before their very eyes. Most would expect it would be a very positive change, but Robbie knew wealth could be corrosive – he'd seen that in Viet Nam. Robbie committed to himself he would manage this situation cautiously and carefully. It would begin with counsel to Richie.

"Richie, before we begin our journey home, and indeed what could become our changed lives given what has happened up here, please listen carefully to what I'm about to say. Please do not tell anyone outside of our family what we have found here today. This must be our secret, and this secret must be guarded tightly. I assure you if word gets out about this, we and our family will be overwhelmed by unwanted attention and in many cases hurt by covetous people. If you trust me, let me manage this. Allow me to take the lead to transform these coins into real money that will benefit the family. However, we must not subject our family to unwanted publicity and unwanted help on how to spend this money. Believe me, if this is not handled carefully, what appears glorious today could become ugly, divisive and painful down the road."

Richie didn't hesitate to respond: "I heed what you say, big brother. I was starting to feel very nervous about what all this means and how we would go forward with it. So, yes, I trust you and yes you take the lead. As far as I am concerned, you are the captain, and you determine the play book. I will be your loyal and trustworthy wing man. One thing though captain – I do want to go to college so I would appreciate serious consideration for funding that!"

"Ha, ha – of course, Richie – college will be top of the list! And thank you for your understanding and trust. I will do my best and I will not let you or the family down. Speaking of family, we better start getting ready to return home. I'm already wondering how we're going to explain this curious treasure to Mom and Dad."

"Me too, captain."

Later that evening the after-dinner conversation was livelier than usual, to say the least. The Jamisons were stunned by the big news of the day, bewildered by how it could happen, but bemused and delighted that it did happen. Robbie explained the importance of keeping all this confidential, and that he would take the lead managing "the treasure." All were in full agreement.

Reflecting on this mysterious happening, Mrs. Jamison asked Robbie if he thought there was any way to learn how or why this treasure had been hidden high up in the Aura hills.

Robbie thought for a moment and then said, "Yes, I do want to dig into that, no pun intended."

That was good for a few laughs that eased the tension.

"As I said before, these gold coins appear to be old British coins that date back to Revolutionary or pre-Revolutionary times. So, I thought I would consult my former American history professor at UVM, Professor James Higgins, to ask him in confidence how something like this might have happened. Hopefully he can provide some insight that might give us some clues."

Mrs. Jamison thought that was a great idea: "Yes I think it would be good to have at least a theory as to how this might have happened, and I would think your professor should have some good thoughts on the subject."

"I'll call him tomorrow, and if he's on campus, I'll catch a bus to Burlington and pay him a visit."

Mr. Jamison was more interested in what Robbie planned to do with all these gold coins he and Ritchie found: "What is your plan for these coins, I mean how do you intend to convert several thousand old gold coins into money that can be useful?"

"Yeah, good question Dad. I don't have that answer yet, but I do have a preliminary action plan in mind."

"Are you comfortable sharing that with us?"

"Sure. You recall I told you a few days ago that my Peace Corps friend, Jake Cromwell, asked me to follow up with him about an opportunity to join his father's firm, Mass Bay Ventures?"

Mr. Jamison nodded and said, "Of course, that sounded like a really promising opportunity for you."

"Yes, and I fully intend to follow-up, now sooner than later. I think MBV could also help with our gold coin project, either directly or indirectly. I don't know if MBV invests in gold per se, but the company does invest in stocks, bonds and commodities in addition to acquiring companies. That's where they place or invest their disposable cash while waiting to find the next good acquisition candidate. I think it's likely they'll have a good contact or two in the gold market."

"So are you thinking this MBV company might buy these gold coins from you?"

"Possibly, but more likely they'd be inclined to help as an intermediary, that is to help facilitate a deal with a gold dealer."

"Why do you think they would be willing to do that? What's in it for them?

"Well I might have to pay them a fee or commission, but I was really thinking it would be a favor for their newest management trainee who would be joining their company."

"Ah ha, am I reading you correctly that you are now seriously considering joining this MBV firm in Boston?"

"I am seriously considering that."

"Well you've clearly advanced your thinking a long way in only two days."

"Dad, I've advanced my thinking on a lot of things over these past two days!"
CHAPTER 12

The next day Robbie made contact with both Professor Higgins at UVM and Jake Cromwell at Mass Bay Ventures. Robbie arranged to meet with Professor Higgins in Burlington the following Wednesday. After checking the Vermont Transit bus schedule, Robbie determined that he could be in Burlington by noon, so it was agreed they'd meet in Prof Higgin's office and the good professor would provide lunch. Robbie felt two hours should be more than enough for his discussion, so he planned his departure for the 3:00 pm Vermont Transit bus, which should get him home in time for dinner.

The trip to Boston to meet with Jake Cromwell and MBV would have to wait another week since Jake was traveling. Furthermore, Jake wanted Robbie to meet with several of MBV's management team so that would take time to arrange. Robbie also told Jake that he needed some personal time with Jake and his Dad on a personal matter, so Jake said he would arrange a dinner with his Dad. Jake promised to get back to Robbie within a few days to discuss timing and agenda.

In the meantime, there was that event at the Anderson's home this coming Sunday celebrating Reverend Burke's fifth anniversary with the local Presbyterian church. Robbie was really looking forward to this, but honestly not because of any great admiration for Reverend Burke whom he had met only once in the past five years, but because Mrs. Anderson had said that Kristin would be there. If there was any subject that could distract Robbie from thinking about "gold coins" that subject would be "Kristin Anderson."

As Sunday dawned, Robbie was up early thinking about his planned rendezvous with Kristin. How awkward might this be? What if she just ignored him? No, she surely would acknowledge his presence, but chillily or warmly? Should he appear indifferent or eager to talk? Take it slowly or move swiftly to get Kristin aside? Begin with small talk or shift right into the big issue – what happened to us? The more he thought about how the meeting might go, the more anxious he became. He knew he had to appear calm and poised. Also, accepting and not angry or bitter. And, cheerful but not jaunty. Indeed, the more he thought about it, the more he realized he just needed to be himself.

The mid-day hour arrived and all the Jamisons made the quarter mile walk down the pathway to the Anderson's home. The Andersons were positioned just inside the front door along with Reverend Burke and his wife to welcome everybody. But no sign of Kristin. Robbie eased away from the cluster of folks near the front door and meandered over to the refreshment table to get a cup of fruit punch. But still no sign of Kristin. However, it didn't take long for a circle of friends to form around Robbie as many wanted to continue the celebration for him that had begun a week prior at the main dock. Several who had missed that event wanted to offer their own congratulations for his Peace Corps service and express their happiness that he had returned safe and sound to Lake Aura. As always, Robbie appreciated this genuine outpouring of warmth from friends and admirers who resided at or near Lake Aura. But where was Kristin?

Suddenly she appeared. She walked through the front door carrying a basket of freshly baked muffins, probably from one of the local residents who couldn't make the event personally. Most likely a resident on the mainland who was not inclined to make the boat ride to the other side of the lake but who nevertheless wanted to contribute to Reverend Burke's celebration. Typical Kristin – thoughtfully offering to row the boat over there to pick up and deliver the muffins for all to enjoy. So, a little late to the party, but there she was! First time Robbie had seen Kristin in 20 months. She looked magnificent. Hair a little tousled from the lake wind, but rosy cheeked and cute as ever. Robbie tried to disguise his fixation on her, but it was too obvious. The circle of friends around him started to disperse allowing Robbie some freedom to approach Kristin as she placed the basket of muffins on the refreshment table.

"May I buy you a cup of fruit punch?" Robbie said coyly to Kristin.

"Hi Robbie!" Kristin said enthusiastically as she maneuvered to give him a polite kiss on the cheek.

"Is that all I get, after 20 months, a little peck on the cheek?" Robbie said playfully.

"Well, we are surrounded by our church group, not to mention the Reverend himself!" Kristin said sounding a little embarrassed.

"I don't care. I think I deserve a welcome home hug," Robbie said while embracing Kristin who appeared startled but did not resist. "That's better. Now I feel like my return home is complete."

Kristin looked up at Robbie and whispered "Robbie, I'm so sorry I didn't make it to your official welcome back celebration at the main dock last week. I felt terrible about that, but I just couldn't. It's complicated."

Robbie noticed a tear trickling down Kristin's face and he knew it was not the right time to ask for explanations. "We can talk about that some other time, but not now. Let's mingle with all the guests and toast the good Reverend with this fine fruit punch," Robbie said good-naturedly. "Perhaps we can find some private time to chat later after all the guests leave."

"Yes, I think we need to do that." Kristin agreed.

Robbie was not sure where that chat would lead, but at least he felt good that he hadn't been brushed off by Kristin. He could tell there still were "feelings," so there was reason to be optimistic, although he clearly heard Kristin say "it's complicated."

From Robbie's perspective, the party for Reverend Burke lasted an eternity. He made small talk with everyone he could to help time pass and take his mind off Kristin, for the time being. As the last guests were leaving, including the Jamisons, Robbie looked around for Kristin and spotted her in the kitchen cleaning up. Robbie poked his head in there and asked if she'd like to take a short, relaxing walk together.

Kristin knew instinctively that as much as she would like to take that walk with Robbie, it was not likely to be relaxing. She knew Robbie would be a complete gentleman, but she also knew he would be working to open the gate to facts and emotions. She was determined to keep that gate closed. Too much at stake. But this is the guy whom she adored and who for several years treated her like a royal princess. He didn't deserve the stone wall treatment. It was bad enough that she had stopped answering his letters from Viet Nam. She owed him at least her friendship and the courtesy of a short walk.

"Yes, OK Robbie. Just let me finish cleaning up and we'll take that short walk," Kristin said without even looking around.

"OK, great!" Robbie bubbled. "I'll tell my parents that I'll be lingering here and will see them home later."

As the Jamisons were finishing their good-byes and starting to leave, Robbie intercepted them at the front door to convey that he was going to stay behind and help Kristin with the clean-up. Mrs. Jamison smiled and then winked as she said, "Hoping that's a good omen. Take your time Robbie dear. No rush to get home."

Upon commencing their walk, the talk started as expected – slowly. Both eased into conversation trying to find a comfort zone. Robbie tried reflecting on past walks down this same pathway that the two of them had enjoyed so often. He remarked how he had missed the natural beauty of the evergreens, spruces, maples and hemlocks surrounding Lake Aura. Kristin agreed she never tired of this pristine wooded landscape carved into the hills rising above Lake Aura.

Robbie tried shifting into a little higher gear by pointing to a familiar cluster of evergreens that was a reminder of good times past: "There Kristin, remember that momentous spot – where I first dared to kiss you?"

"Yes, that was sweet, a time when we were both so innocent and exploring love for the first time," Kristin said wistfully, but intentionally not making eye contact with Robbie.

"I recall feeling a glow from that kiss that just kept getting warmer and warmer as our relationship blossomed into deep affection for one another. So Kristin, what the heck happened?" Robbie said in a heightened pitch.

As Robbie burst forth with that question, Kristin looked dismayed. She fully anticipated that Robbie would express his frustration and disappointment about their broken relationship, but Kristin also knew she couldn't reveal how heart-broken she was herself. She had to conceal the truth for the protection of her family and herself. She felt Robbie's pain, but hoped someday he'd get over it. Her greatest fear, however, was that she would never get over it.

"Robbie, we just can't discuss that now. I told you it was complicated, but what I really mean is that it's time for us to move on."

"Kristin, I can't accept that. I love you and I intend to fight for you. If you're seeing another guy, fine, but I would like a chance to reconvince you that I'm the right guy for you. Is the other guy local?"

"Stop beating yourself up on this Robbie. There is no other guy that I would consider serious. I just do not want to be attached to anyone at this time. I need open space, and time to work through some issues."

"We always used to talk through our issues together, why not now? Is this a health issue?"

"No."

"A financial issue?"

"No, and please stop. It's just something I need to work through myself and it's going to take time, perhaps a lot of time. You really need to start dating other girls."

"I don't think that's the best advice I've ever received, but I'll make you a deal. I have to do some traveling over the next couple weeks, but when I return please have dinner with me. I would like at least one more chance to discuss 'you and me' and how important that subject is to me, and frankly I think to you, too. But if you still feel the same way after that, I will agree to fade away."

"OK Robbie, a casual dinner date. I'll see you in two weeks."
CHAPTER 13

It was hard leaving the conversation with Kristin without sensing a potential reconciliation, but at least Robbie felt good about setting up a dinner date in two weeks. He'd be ready then to make his best case, and he was hopeful he'd also be ready to share some favorable personal news.

First step would be Robbie's meeting with his history professor at UVM. The next day Robbie boarded the Vermont Transit bus to Burlington and arrived at Professor Higgins' office around noon. As had been the plan, Professor Higgins had lunch waiting: ham and Vermont cheese sandwiches, chips and a pickle. After a pleasant exchange about what both had been doing since Robbie graduated and munching a few bites of their sandwiches, Robbie shifted into the purpose of his visit.

Professor Higgins was enthralled to hear about Robbie's discovery, although Robbie did not project the full magnitude of that discovery. He merely conveyed that he and his brother had unearthed a bundle of gold coins in the Lake Aura hills that appeared to be from the Revolutionary era. Robbie had brought several of the coins to show Professor Higgins. Robbie had two major questions: were these authentic British gold coins from the eighteenth century, and did Professor Higgins have any idea how or why these coins might had been "planted" in the Lake Aura hills?

Professor Higgins studied the coins for a few moments and then opined at length as if teaching a class: "First, these coins do appear to be authentic. They were called guineas or guinea pieces and contained about one quarter ounce of gold. That odd name 'guinea' was derived from the Guinea region in West Africa where the British sourced much of the gold for these coins. And one can easily see a couple of unmistakable markings that authenticate these guineas: first, on one side of the coin, the bust portrait of King George III with the legend 'GEORGIVS III DEI GRATIA' and secondly, on the reverse side, a crowned shield bearing the arms of England, Scotland, France and Ireland. These gold coins were very valuable and were getting more valuable by the day as gold was becoming scarce and people started hoarding these gold coins."

Professor Higgins paused and then said, "With regard to how these coins might have reached the hills of Lake Aura, I don't have a definitive answer but I could speculate with a reasonable hypothesis."

Robbie urged him on: "I'm all ears, what do you think?"

"OK, here's how I think this might have happened. First, as you may recall from your American history course, not much of the Revolutionary War was fought in Vermont. In fact, there were only two major battles: The Battle of Bennington and the less heralded Battle of Hubbardton, which of course is not too far from Lake Aura. So, let's focus on why the Battle of Hubbardton might be relevant to help explain what you found."

"To begin, we must understand a very significant event that occurred at Fort Ticonderoga in upstate New York in May 1775. Up until that point in time, the British controlled Fort Ticonderoga which was considered a very important asset because it was situated on Lake Champlain, a strategically important route between the Colonies and the British-controlled northern provinces. After Lexington and Concord, the shot heard round the world, the Colonial forces were determined to capture the strategically important Fort Ticonderoga and assigned the task to Vermont's combatant force of 'Green Mountain Boys.' This local contingent was led by Ethan Allen and Benedict Arnold, who were familiar with the condition, manning and armaments at the fort. The Green Mountain Boys launched a surprise attack, which was successful in capturing Ticonderoga. They then and proceeded to loot all the personal belongings of the garrison, including without doubt, all those valuable British gold guineas."

"However, in July 1777 a major force of 8,000 British militia, led by General Burgoyne, forced the Colonists to abandon Fort Ticonderoga and the Green Mountain Boys fled toward the Hubbardton, Vermont hills. The British pursued and attacked the camping Colonists early the next morning. Casualties were heavy but many of the Green Mountain Boys scattered to safety on other hills in the area. I suspect one of those refugee hills would be where you found your gold guineas. A couple of the Green Mountain Boys probably buried bundles of those gold coins in 'them thar hills' before they raced to Rutland to connect with the American main army there."

Robbie was spellbound. "That's fascinating, and I must admit quite plausible."

"Again, I'm speculating," Professor Higgins reminded, "but I do think there's a reasonable basis for assuming the Green Mountain Boys flight from Ticonderoga and ensuing chaos surrounding the Battle of Hubbardton might explain how those valuable gold coins may have been planted in the Lake Aura hills. I would guess the Green Mountain Boys never made it back there to recover their loot, which turns out to be your good fortune!"
CHAPTER 14

Robbie enjoyed his bus ride back to Lake Aura reflecting on what he had learned from Professor Higgins about the King George III gold guineas and the possible, indeed likely, desperate action by the Green Mountain Boys to hide the coins in the Lake Aura hills. Robbie figured eventually he would be asked by any buyer of these coins where did they come from and how did he manage to have them? He now had a good story to tell, from an acknowledged authoritative source. He was better prepared to have a more intelligent, credible conversation on the subject with Jake Cromwell and his Dad when they met for dinner in Boston next week prior to his interviews at Mass Bay Ventures. Robbie knew the importance of making a good first impression, especially with Jake's Dad, MBV's founder and Chief Executive Officer.

A couple days later Jake called to convey the schedule. Robbie and he would have dinner with Jake's Dad on Tuesday night at Jimmy's Harborside, one of the most popular seafood restaurants in Boston, and then meet with several of the VPs and senior managers of MVP on Wednesday. Jake asked if Robbie could stay an extra day so that he could also meet a few of the younger managers on Thursday and said MBV would arrange for overnight accommodations. Robbie readily accepted and was thrilled.

Tuesday couldn't come soon enough for Robbie. His good friend Will Bradford drove him to White River Junction Tuesday morning where Robbie could catch the Vermont Transit express bus to Boston. Four hours later, Jake greeted Robbie at the Port Authority terminal in downtown Boston, and the two former Peace Corps colleagues gave each other a friendly hug. It would be a life-changing two days for Robbie.

Jake and Robbie arrived early at Jimmy's Harborside and enjoyed a beer at the bar overlooking the Boston harbor while waiting for Mr. Cromwell to arrive. When Jake's Dad finally arrived, Robbie was excited to be introduced to Mr. Robert Cromwell about whom he had heard so much, all favorable.

Mr. Cromwell made Robbie feel at ease from the outset as he said, "A real pleasure to meet you Rob. By the way, you can call me Bob, if I can call you Rob," he said with a warm smile.

From that point forward, "Robbie" became "Rob."

Dinner was memorably delicious. Each started with Jimmy's renown fish chowder accompanied by those irresistible little chowder crackers which float in the chowder soaking up all that good flavor. Bob Cromwell also recommended the broiled scrod, a Boston favorite white-fish specialty. Rob followed that advice and was not disappointed when the flaky scrod arrived sizzling in butter and kissed with lemon. Jake, however, just had to have the lobster. It was messy, but succulent and flavorful and when Jake gave Rob a couple bites to try, Rob become a convert. Next time he would definitely order lobster!

It was really a fun evening, helped in no small way by the two bottles of fine chardonnay wine that Bob Cromwell ordered to complement their scrod and lobster dinners. Mr. Cromwell also enjoyed listening to Jake and Rob reminisce about their Viet Nam experiences together. It was clear these two boys really liked and respected each other.

As coffee and dessert arrived, Mr. Cromwell turned to Rob to ask about that special subject that he had said he wished to discuss. That was his opening and he didn't hesitate. He related the grand discovery he and his brother had made in the Lake Aura hills and the Revolutionary War events that likely led to its placement there, according to Professor Higgins. Needless to say, both Bob and Jake Cromwell were spellbound by this real-life story with historical significance and its sizable financial windfall.

After a round of high fives and a final sip of chardonnay to toast "good fortune," Bob Cromwell quipped "Thank you Rob for sharing that captivating story but I'm just wondering is there some other reason you wanted to tell us about it?"

Rob countered quickly, "Yes, there is. I sure would appreciate your help and guidance on what to do with my treasure trove of gold coins."

"Yes, we could help you with that," Bob Cromwell offered. "We could connect you to financial companies that deal in commodities and currency. Or, we might be able to connect you to coin collectors and dealers in Europe, but that might be a major headache for you to manage personally. Or, we might be able to work out something for you at MBV, but that presupposes that you'll be joining us in our management training program."

"Well that's why I'm here!" Rob asserted.

"Yes, and for sure Jake and I are hopeful that works out. But I know there are many interviews set up for you at MBV over the next couple days, so it will be important for you to meet and frankly impress our senior management and it will be important for you to like what you hear and to be comfortable with the people and culture at MBV."

"I am definitely looking forward to these next couple days," Rob assured.

"Good. Let's get that done and then address the big picture. If you and we agree that MBV is right for you, I or Jake will discuss with you how Mass Bay Ventures could help you directly with your gold coin fund. I think you'll like that option best."
CHAPTER 15

Rob was dazzled, not only by Bob Cromwell, but also by the depth and breadth of quality people he met at MBV those next two days. Smart, unpretentious, hardworking, and each committed to success. Some had MBA degrees, but most did not. Colleges represented read like a roster of New England's finest universities. There was a sense of teamwork and loyalty that appeared to unify management at all levels. Rob hadn't had the opportunity to interview other companies, but he knew he sure liked the people he met at MBV, and loved the "esprit de corps" attitude prevalent throughout the company.

Rob anxiously awaited Jake's call that following Tuesday morning. Rob was impressed with MBV, but was MBV impressed with Rob? It's always hard awaiting life's important verdicts, as Rob was learning quickly. At least awaiting this verdict kept his mind off another impending verdict by his one true love, Kristin. However, he knew he had to deal with that next.

The phone rang at 10:35 am. It was Jake.

"Hello star," Jake greeted. "How's it feel to be wanted?"

"It would feel great, if that were true," Rob replied as he thought about both MBV and Kristin.

"Well mark down MBV as one of your new admirers," Jake followed-up. "You were a big hit. Everyone liked you and felt you would be a great fit at MBV."

"That's terrific news, and the feeling is mutual," Rob said sincerely.

"So let's discuss next step if I can assume you wish to go forward with MBV."

"Yes I do!" Rob said emphatically.

"OK good. Later today or no later than tomorrow morning our VP Human Resources, Bill Walsh, will call you to convey our employment offer. He will discuss it with you over the phone, and if you signal positive interest, as you have with me, he will send you a copy of our written offer via special delivery mail. Sound good?"

"That does sound good, thank you," Rob said graciously.

"Oh, and one other very important thing. My Dad said if you do accept our offer, he will make an exception for you to participate in our MBV investment plan. Usually we do not invite an employee to participate in the plan until the first-year anniversary, but my Dad said we will make an exception for you given the circumstances we discussed at our Jimmy's Harborside dinner."

"How would that work for me?"

"First, as background, MBV rewards its top performing employees every year with stock in the company – a calculated number of shares depending on performance of the company and the employee. In your case, MBV would be willing to enroll you in the program from day one and offer you shares in the company in proportionate value to your gold coins, which we will have professionally appraised for you. I have to tell you, Rob, this is a great opportunity for you because MBV is growing in value far faster than almost any other stock fund you could find. However, this is merely an option for you and not a prerequisite for employment. It's your call on this completely! And by the way, when Bill Harris calls you with our employment offer he will not be discussing this MBV stock deal. That's something special that my Dad will set up for you after you sign on."

"Wow! That's a lot to think about," Rob said as many thoughts swirled around in his head. "Your Dad's MBV stock offer sounds really interesting, but could I ask you a couple questions about my options?"

"Of course," Jake said, "Fire away and I'll try to answer as best I can."

"OK, for one, if I didn't elect to participate in the MBV stock investment plan up front as you outlined, would MBV still help me find other buyers for the gold coins?"

"Yes, my Dad committed to that."

"Second question, would I have to submit all the gold coins to the MBV stock program? In other words, could I retain some of the funds from the coins for personal use?"

"Yes, and that makes sense. What were you thinking?"

"I'm thinking I'd like to set up a college fund for my brother, and a separate fund for my parents, probably $10,000 for each.

"Good idea, and you should also set up a $10,000 cash fund for yourself. I'll bet there are several things you'll need to buy, especially if, I mean when, you start work at MBV."

"Yes, like a rental apartment, furniture and some new clothes," Rob was quick to assert.

"All sounds reasonable to me. I'll bounce that off my Dad, but I'm confident he'll have no problem. My guess is you'll still have plenty of value with those coins to invest in the MBV stock fund, or some other stock fund."

"Thank you, that sounds good. One final question, at least for the moment."

"Shoot."

"Does MBV need or would MBV consider hiring an exceptionally talented administrative person for a secretarial or similar position at the company?"

"Of course, at the rate we're growing we're always looking for skilled admins," Jake said without hesitation. "Do you have anyone in mind?"

"I do, but she doesn't know it yet. Also, would there be any problem with two people being related working at MBV?"

"You mean like my Dad and me?' Jake chuckled sarcastically.

"So, I may assume it's not a problem," Rob sought to clarify.

"Correct, not a problem," Jake assured. "Our primary concern with any employee is competence, not who he or she is related to. By the way, is this person you have in mind currently related or someone who might become related, as in future wife?"

"The answer is someone who might become related, but she's not presently planning that or even thinking about it!"

"Oh, sounds like you and this lady friend of yours are on different channels."

"That's a fair comment, but I aim to change that."

"Go get her, tiger. I look forward to seeing you both in Boston real soon!"

"Nothing would please me more!"
CHAPTER 16

Bill Walsh's call was anticlimactic. After his phone conversation with Jake, Rob knew he was going to accept MBV's employment offer assuming it was reasonable, and it was. The Peace Corps did not pay nearly this well! Bill advised Rob that he'd be in their management training program and they'd like him to start October 1.

As the Labor Day holiday weekend was fast approaching, that meant that Rob had only a little over three weeks to get ready. Much to do, but first call would be to Kristin to set up their dinner date.

Kristin and Rob agreed it would not be wise to have a dinner at the Hob Nob Pub where there would be too many townspeople who knew them – tongues would wag! Kristin had a better idea. A private picnic lunch on Labor Day by their favorite cluster of evergreens overlooking Lake Aura. Kristin said she'd make fried chicken and bring some fruit, a spread of Vermont cheeses, and fresh rolls. Rob said he'd bring the beer, then changed that to wine. Beer just didn't seem elegant enough for this date! Rendezvous at 1 pm.

Rob met Kristin at the Anderson's home promptly at 1 pm on Labor Day afternoon. After Mrs. Anderson helped Kristin pack the picnic basket, they were ready to go. Mrs. Anderson waved good-bye and watched them walk down the path as they had done so many times in the past.

When they reached that favorite spot among the evergreens, Rob spread out a green and gold wool blanket with a catamount depicted in the middle. Kristin had to smile when she saw this remembrance of his University of Vermont alma mater that had been used many times to keep Kristin warm at UVM football and hockey games, and Winter Carnival skiing events.

"Nice blanket Robbie," Kristin kidded. "That saved more than one date for us up there in Burlington!"

"Yes," Rob chuckled. "It was one of the best investments I ever made! And see it's still working to keep us together."

"OK, OK, let's talk about what's next for Robbie Jamison," Kristin said attempting to change the subject quickly.

"Good news to share on that," Rob said cheerfully. "I met last week with a venture management company in Boston, Mass Bay Ventures. The interviews went very well, and they made me an offer to join their company and begin in their management training program."

"Wow, that's really exciting, congratulations! That sure happened fast. How did you discover this company?"

"Good question. To begin, some good luck. I met the son of the founder and CEO of the company in Viet Nam while we were both working for the Peace Corps. We hit it off pretty well, and our friendship grew stronger as events grew tougher over there. We developed a great liking and respect for each other, and it was he – his name is Jake Cromwell – who urged me to interview at the company. He set it all up and helped pave the way for me. I spent two days in Boston last week meeting with many senior and junior level management types, and all went well. I really liked the people, and very much appreciated their clear dedication and loyalty to the company."

"They obviously liked you, too!"

"Yes, I think so. Not too surprising I suppose since Jake and I are two peas in a pod and everyone likes Jake."

"I guess they had better like him since he is the founder's son."

"True, but I could sense a genuine liking for Jake all around the track, and a tremendous liking and respect for Jake's Dad, the CEO."

"Sounds good, but what are their ventures?"

"For the most part small or young companies that show good potential for growth. MBV, that's their acronym, invests in these companies taking a significant equity position and 1-2 seats on each of the Board of Directors. They also place management talent at these companies to help them grow and prosper. That's a likely course for me after I complete their 3-month management training program."

"Would I be familiar with any of the companies they invest in?" Kristin asked curiously.

"You wouldn't likely know the company names, but I can tell you MBV is presently invested in a biotech company in Cambridge, a medical device company in New Jersey, a hospital equipment company in Michigan, a consumer electronics company in Texas, and a fast food company based in Chicago."

"Do you think you'll be heading to one of these companies?"

"Quite possibly. The company is really excited about the new company in the fast food business that will be investing in franchises around the Boston area, and MBV thinks I could be a good fit there for my first management assignment."

"Do you know anything about this fast food company?"

"I only know this. It's a company out of Chicago that sells basically hamburgers, french fries, sodas and milk shakes at relatively low prices. The company has distinguished itself with its very eye-catching golden arches outside its retail restaurants and a clever ad campaign that has really raised awareness with a snappy and memorable 'Look for the Golden Arches' tag line. The company name is McDonald's and it opened its first franchise restaurant in the New England area last year. Reports are that sales are booming with its 15-cent hamburgers and 10-cent bag of french fries. MBV believes the McDonald's concept could be a huge winner in New England, but the key will be efficiency and attention to detail. That's a management challenge, and that's what I'll be focused on. I expect to learn a lot about this in my management training program."

"Goodness, that's head-spinning. I'm excited for you Robbie!"

"Thanks Kristin, I'm pleased too, but I'd be far more excited if I were sharing all this with you. You must know I love you. Please come back to me."

With that said, Kristin started sobbing: "Robbie," she stammered, "I'm in a bad situation right now and I don't see any escape from it. I told you it was complicated, and it really is. I can't even talk about it because I'm afraid other people may get hurt. You really need to move on and forget about me."

"I can't do that Kristin. I won't do that. I am going to fight for you. You can trust me, you know that. You can tell me in confidence what your situation is, and I promise I will never say anything about it to anyone. I need to know what you're up against. I need to know so that we together can overcome whatever this is."

Kristin buried her head in her hands and continued to sob. "Robbie, this is too difficult and I'm forbidden to say anything."

"Kristin, do you still love me?"

"Robbie of course I do."

Rob embraced Kristin and they hugged for several minutes while Kristin sobbed and trembled uncontrollably. After it appeared Kristin had regained her composure, Rob pushed back, looked in her eyes, and then eased his lips toward hers. The kiss was mutual, and it was sweet. And it didn't take long for that kiss to evolve to a more sensuous embrace. If they had been inside, no doubt they would have disrobed and advanced to more serious love-making. Instead, they hugged again, cheek to cheek. It felt good, as it always does with two people who really like each other.

"Ok, wine time," Rob asserted. "I brought this nice Napa chardonnay and I think we both need some of its soothing quality."

Kristin nodded agreement but said, "Yes, but I should be mindful of the old saying in vino veritas – in wine, there is truth!"

"So, what are you saying, just a half glass for you?"

"Oh no. I need a full glass, maybe two! I have much to tell you, and it will not be pleasant."
CHAPTER 17

As the descending sun bathed the Lake Aura hills with resplendent rays and late summer warmth, Rob and Kristin stretched out on Rob's UVM blanket under the comfortable shade of the sprawling evergreens. Kristin knew the time had come to share her horror story with the one person she knew she could trust, and the one person she knew she really loved. However, she knew the telling would be painful, for both of them, and she dreaded it. Nevertheless, she began...

As Kristin shared her spider web tale and revealed the evil deeds of the immoral king spider, Rob grew more tense by the moment. He finally erupted: "Mayor Willoughby is a monster! I'll kill that son-of-a-bitch."

"Easy Robbie, calm down," Kristin urged. "You know you don't mean that, and remember he is the mayor. He's a powerful man in this town, and he has a very loyal following. He knows how to work the political machine - a lot of sweet talk, a lot of promises even if hollow, and a lot of taking care of people who can help him get what he wants. And by the way, that includes my parents!"

"What do you mean, your parents! How are they caught up in his web?"

"Mayor Willoughby can and does influence how a lot of work gets done in this town. He has channeled many house maintenance and repair jobs to my Dad, set up quite a few housekeeping jobs for my Mom, and arranged a lot of evening work for both Mom and Dad at various events on the mainland. Frankly, if it weren't for the mayor, I think my parents would be really hurting for income."

"I get it," Rob said shaking his head, "Mayor Willoughby has set you up with a great job while also assuring that your parents are dependent on him. He gets what he wants without fear of backlash because he knows he has bought your silence."

"Something like that."

"No, exactly that. You've allowed him to violate you without screaming for justice because you're afraid you'd lose your high-profile job and the extensive work he provides for your parents."

Kristin, feeling ashamed, started sobbing again but had to confess: "Yes, that's right Robbie but damn it, we have to survive, and we have to help each other. I not only have a good paying job, but I'm helping my parents make ends meet and helping them feel good about themselves. That's called dignity."

"Really? Do you really think your parents would feel proud if they knew the truth about what is happening between you and Martin Willoughby? Hell no, they would feel nauseous and ashamed and you know it."

"I do know it, and that's why I must shield them from the truth, and Robbie you must never reveal what I'm telling you in confidence today."

"I won't be telling anybody about this dreadful drama, but I must ask is there a danger that your body might be signaling that something is amiss?"

"And what do you mean by that?" Kristin retorted indignantly.

"I mean is there a chance that you might be pregnant by that creep?"

"Oh, fortunately very little chance. Mayor Willoughby thought ahead on that one. He insisted that I take those just recently approved oral contraceptive pills."

"Good grief. Does that mean that you had to get a prescription from Dr. Dingle and explain to him why you needed them?"

"Actually not. Our devious mayor pulled strings at the Lake Aura pharmacy to get a supply of these pills for me."

"Are you serious? Without a prescription? That's a felony!"

"Yeah, and who is going to make the arrest, the police chief who reports to the mayor? Don't you see this is yet another example of how powerful Mayor Willoughby is in this town. People either love him or fear him or both."

"This madness has got to stop," Rob asserted sharply. "We are going to start altering the course immediately!"

"Oh really? That's easier said than done, and could be detrimental to our health," Kristin warned.

"I realize we must be careful, indeed probably a little crafty, but we're going to start now with a short-term plan. I'll need to give some thought to a longer-range plan, and I will, because this monster must be stopped!"

Kristin's jaw dropped and her eyes looked apprehensive as she reacted to Rob's bravado: "I understand your outrage and appreciate your desire to take action, but Robbie we're helpless, powerless players in his game of domination. However, I'm all ears – what is your short-term plan?"

"You're my short-term plan," Rob said straightforwardly. "We have to get you out of here!"

"OK, sure. I've never been to Paris, so that would be nice," Kristin said sarcastically.

"Ha-ha," Rob chuckled. "No, not a vacation, but a permanent relocation."

"You are a dreamer, Robbie Jamison. I can hardly afford living here at Lake Aura even with a damn good job, and you want me to move away to some obscure place where I start at the bottom of some secretarial pool, if I'm lucky enough to get a job at all?"

"No, I want you to follow me to Boston and work at Mass Bay Ventures."

Kristin looked startled, and not amused. "Robbie, did you just hatch this crazy plan in your head? How could I just up and move to Boston, find an affordable place to live, and expect Mass Bay Ventures to offer me a job?"

"I can make it all happen, and that is the plan," Robbie said with a serious, determined expression, never breaking eye contact with Kristin.

"OK, I appreciate that you're serious but I can't for a moment believe this plan will work. Too much uncertainty, and too much downside risk, not to mention I really couldn't afford to live in the Big City."

"I will address that in a moment," Rob promised, "but first I need to know if it all worked out as I've described, do you think you would be happier?"

"Of course I would," Kristin said with a gleam in her eye. "To escape from my prison circumstances here and be free to reunite with my only true love, I'd be deliriously happy."

"OK then, we're going to make it happen," Rob said with assurance.

"How could you be so confident?" Kristin questioned.

"I can only tell you that I have already checked with Mass Bay Ventures about possibly hiring you. They said they need good admin talent and they would be very receptive to someone with your skills and experience."

"You asked them about me even before you heard about the Willoughby nightmare?"

"Yes, I did."

"Sounds like you were scheming behind my back."

"Guilty as charged!"

"Well, all I can say to that Robbie is thank you! You always have been my white knight, but I thought I had lost you forever. Thank you for not giving up the fight. However, there still is a major glitch in your plan."

"And what is that?"

"I really can't afford to live in Boston, and we're not ready to share an apartment."

"Do not worry about that. Your apartment will cost you nothing for at least the first year."

"Sounds dreamy, but not realistic. Are you saying that Mass Bay Ventures will pay for my rent for a year?"

"No, I will."

"What? That's ludicrous – and I wouldn't let you do that even if I believed you could."

"I can and I will. I will now tell you a story of good fortune that will allow me to do this for you and for us - easily, painlessly, and honestly. And it is definitely what I want to do."

Kristin stared at Robbie in shock mode. She was at a loss for words, but managed to say, "OK, please do tell."

After listening to Rob's nearly incredulous tale of gold coin discovery in the hills of Lake Aura, Kristin became a believer that her life could and would soon change thanks to the love and generosity of her noble and dashing prince.

The anxiety that Kristin had felt about her rendezvous with Robbie that Labor Day afternoon had turned into unabated joy. As the sun descended low in the Vermont sky illuminating an outline of the Green Mountains not too far away, Kristin and Rob walked hand in hand back to the Anderson's home. It was like old times for this storybook couple, who had to endure a long chapter of dark shadows. Their love story may now continue with a more hopeful future, but not without the trials and tribulations of making things right.
CHAPTER 18

It was the Friday after Labor Day and all was quiet in the town of Aura. Most of the summer residents had returned home to other parts of New England, New York and New Jersey as the new school year had begun and that meant the kids needed to be home. There would be less weekend traffic and the weather had started cooling, which diminished desire for boating, swimming and other outdoor activities. There would be a bump in traffic flow in early October during the colorful foliage season, but the "leaf peepers" would be mostly day-trippers. So this was generally a relatively relaxed time for Mayor Willoughby and his staff...except for this year.

"Cliff," bellowed Mayor Willoughby, "come in here please!"

Cliff Bowman dutifully responded and hustled right into the mayor's office.

"Cliff, we have a problem," the mayor said with a worried tone. "Kristin has resigned and will be leaving us end of next week."

Cliff looked surprised but not alarmed. "Where is she going? If it's some other business nearby I could have a chat with them and try to change their mind."

"No, she said she has taken an admin job with a venture capital firm in Boston."

"Wow, that's a big change, but at least she'll be far removed from our interests, and no one in Boston will likely care about what's going on here."

"That's true but she does carry with her a lot of confidential information about you, me and the Board."

Cliff thought to himself: "especially you, you night stalking, adulterous libertine." Cliff was aware of Martin Willoughby's nocturnal visits on the other side of the lake for personal pleasure and debauchery, but he said nothing. Although personally disgusted by Willoughby's actions, Cliff was willing to accept the man's indiscretions for the sake of office harmony, and frankly for the sake of his own job as town manager, which was very important to him.

"But Mayor, everyone knows that Kristin is a kind and honorable gal," Cliff said kindly. "And you and she appeared to have a great relationship, so I can't imagine that there would be any intent on her part to say anything that would reflect badly on you or our business here."

"Yes, I suppose that's right," the mayor had to agree. "But I still think we need to consider some action to put her on notice that we're watching."

"To put on notice or to punish?" Cliff asked brazenly.

"Depends," the mayor responded. "Depends on how she conducts herself this next week here, and then in Boston. If all is calm, and there are no negative repercussions, I guess we can relax, you know no harm, no foul."

Cliff did know. He knew exactly what the mayor was thinking and why he was concerned about it. However, as was his practice on the subject, he said nothing. And he certainly wasn't going to reveal to the mayor that Kristin would be joining her former boyfriend in her move to Boston. That would blow his mind!
CHAPTER 19

Kristin smiled while packing her bags that late September morning. Over the past two weeks she had said her good-byes to all her good friends, and enjoyed some quality family time. Rob was already in Boston making preparations. He had found a charming one-bedroom apartment for Kristin in Cambridge near Harvard Square and something similar for himself not too far away in Kendall Square bordering MIT. They could both reach downtown Boston via mass transit, and they would be only two stops apart on the MBTA Subway's Red Line.

First official day for both at Mass Bay Ventures would be October 1. Rob would begin his 3-month training program, preparing for his eventual field management assignment for the group of McDonald's franchises that MBV had invested in. Initially Kristin would join the secretarial pool of five gals who supported various managerial staff; however, it was planned that after several months of MBV experience Kristin would be re-assigned to one of the MBV partners as an administrative assistant.

Kristin boarded the Vermont Transit express bus to Boston's South Station Terminal. She settled into a window seat for a ride that would take about 4 hours, but the time would pass quickly as Rob had provided her with a lot of reading material about Boston, Cambridge and Mass Bay Ventures. It was an exciting time for this small-town girl from the Green Mountains of Vermont who was feeling the joyfulness of liberation and the exuberance of love.

When the Vermont Transit bus rolled into South Station, Rob was there waiting and waving a Red Sox banner with a big smile on his face. He was ecstatic. This was the girl he had always loved but thought he had lost. He had rescued her from sliding down a deep, dark hole and he had reinspired their relationship. Kristin had regained her radiant smile and vigor for life. Most importantly, Kristin had regained her true love and knew the feeling was mutual. She felt confident that together she and Rob would bury the demons of her recent past and start a fresh, cheerful chapter of their romance that had begun many years ago on Lake Aura.

As Kristin stepped off the bus, Rob embraced her with a bear hug and kiss on the cheek. Kristin beamed and looked affectionately into Rob's eyes inviting a more intimate greeting. Rob did not disappoint. Their lips melded into a soft and moist smooch and did not disengage for several moments. This definitely exceeded an ordinary "welcome to Boston" kiss!

Rob collected Kristin's two suitcases and headed to the taxi stand. A cab ride to Harvard Square would be significantly more expensive than taking the subway, but today was special so Rob opted for the extra comfort and convenience of a personal driver. Additionally, by taking the surface route Rob got to show off this gleaming, historic city that would be their new hometown. They saw scenic views of Boston Harbor, Faneuil Hall, Quincy Market and the Boston Garden – home of the Celtics and the Bruins. Turning toward Cambridge on Storrow Drive along the Charles River they could see the Hatch Shell, Beacon Street in the Back Bay, and Boston University bordering the Charles. Crossing over the bridge along Mass Ave to the Cambridge side, they were staring at formidable MIT. A sharp turn to the left on Memorial Drive and they were soon surrounded by Harvard University.

There would be so much more to see, but during that 30-minute cab ride Kristin was dazzled by the scope and grandeur of the Boston landscape. After passing through the Harvard Square area, they arrived at Kristin's new home on Ash Street overlooking the Charles River. It was a modest looking building with five floors but in good shape and clean. Kristin's place was on the third floor, and to her delight had a lovely view of several maple and oak trees near the Charles. The late September colors were magnificent and reminded Kristin of the burst of color that blossomed all around Lake Aura this time of year. She loved it.

There would be time to buy furnishings and to decorate, but right now it was time to unpack a few things and take a walk along the Charles with Rob and contemplate new beginnings. The day was bright and sunny, but a little chilly which was not unusual for this time of year. Rob and Kristin were well prepared with their fleece pullovers and sunglasses from Orvis, a Vermont icon. They strolled along the Charles, dodged a few runners, and watched the Harvard crew team streaming up the river smoothly with mighty strokes. It was approaching 5 pm and Rob suggested they make their way over to Harvard Square for a glass of wine and an early dinner. No argument from Kristin. They found a quaint little cafe on Brattle Street and settled down for a relaxing finish to a whirlwind day.

Kristin took a few sips of her pinot noir, sighed, and said softly to Rob: "What a great start to my new life!"

Rob didn't hesitate to suggest an amendment to that statement: "You mean to our new life!"

"Yes, to our new life, thank you," Kristin said with obvious appreciation.

They clinked each other's wine glass, took another sip, and smiled at each other while enjoying the moment.
CHAPTER 20

Rob and Kristin reported to their new jobs as planned on Monday, October 1.

Kristin checked in with the Personnel Department at the MBV corporate office on Federal Street in Boston's Financial District, a short distance from Boston Harbor. Most of the morning would be devoted to administrative processing, but by end of day Kristin expected she would be comfortably settled into the five-person secretarial pool.

Rob reported to his first day at MBV's management training at Boston University's School of Business Administration on Commonwealth Avenue, not far from Kenmore Square, that famous landmark for all those avid Boston Red Sox fans who hop off the subway there for the short walk to Fenway Park. MBV had established a financial arrangement with BU for this Executive course thanks to one of its notable MBA graduates, MBV Founder and CEO Bob Cromwell. In its 3-month intensive course Rob would learn the fundamentals of financial management, accounting, marketing management, production and logistics, retail management, and legal aspects of business administration. It wouldn't earn him an MBA degree, but it would provide an essential education for understanding better the various business issues that routinely concern MBV investments.

Rob and Kristin arranged to meet at their now favorite cafe on Brattle Street in Cambridge to celebrate their first day. Rob hopped on the Green Line at Kenmore Square and transferred to the Red Line at Park Street which would take Rob directly to Harvard Square. From the Financial District Kristin didn't even need to change subway lines – it was the Red Line all the way to Harvard Square. How easy this is, both thought. No need for a car, which is a very good thing because parking is nearly impossible, and very expensive!

Rob was waiting when Kristin arrived. A hug and a kiss, and then to serious business – what wine to order! Both ordered chardonnay hurriedly as both were eager to start sharing highlights of the day. "So how was it Kristin?" Rob was first to ask.

"Very interesting day," Kristin began. "Personnel escorted me all around meeting so many people. I even met Bob Cromwell on my tour, and I could readily understand why you liked him so much. I then met my peers in the secretarial group. They were all very nice, but clearly very busy. And that would describe the rest of my day – very busy."

"Busy good, or busy bad?" Rob followed up.

"Busy good, and actually fascinating. One of the managers asked me to prepare an inquisitive memo to the VP R&D of a small biotech company in Cambridge that is apparently doing some exciting innovative work on 'single cell proteins,' whatever they are. So, I looked up on the map to see where their lab was located, and it's close to your apartment in Kendall Square."

"Yes, there are several small biotech companies that are percolating over there, I think due to the influence of MIT and its many scientists who reside and work there."

"Even more interesting though," Kristin continued, "I was asked to prepare a long document on a new venture that MBV is considering for investment. It is marked 'Confidential' so not sure I should tell you much about it, but I will tell you it concerns a start-up company in Beaverton, Oregon that is aggressively advancing its customized line of sports footwear. It has a strange name, but if I were the general manager at the Converse sneakers company here in Boston, I'd be concerned!"

"Wow, one day and you're already a business maven," Rob chuckled. "And what a range – from biotech to sneakers! I concede you one-upped me today!"

Kristin smiled but asked seriously, "Was your day OK?"

Rob responded, "Yes, it was fine, but you know it's like being back in college only much more intense. Start at 9 am and go straight through to 5 pm. Whew, my head is spinning, but I'm going to be really smart by New Year's Day!"

"Robbie, I mean Rob - I guess I need to get used to that – you're already smart, and handsome!"

"Are you sweet-talking me? You're probably just buttering me up so I'll buy dinner," Rob laughed. "And I will. Let's order, I'm famished."

After enjoying a delicious dinner and more highlights from day one at MBV, Rob walked Kristin back to her apartment on Ash Street, kissed her good-night and headed to the subway station in Harvard Square. Two stops later, he was home at his apartment but upon entering the phone was ringing. Thankfully he had had time to get it installed before starting at MBV. However, he was still surprised that someone was trying to reach him. He thought probably a wrong number, but better pick-up. It was not a wrong number, and it was not good news.
CHAPTER 21

Robbie put down the phone and pounded the wall in a fury. He had to go straight back to Kristin's place. He had to tell her tonight, as much as he would like to put it off to morning. He raced back to the subway and waited impatiently for the next train. The subway trains didn't come as frequently this time of night, but he knew one would eventually come. The delay actually gave him some needed time to think, to collect his thoughts on how he would communicate the news to Kristin.

Rob was hoping Kristin had not already gone to bed. It was only 9:30 pm, but it had been a long day. He really didn't want to awaken or startle her, but he knew he had to talk to her. He pushed the 3B button that buzzed Kristin's apartment. He heard her worried voice over the intercom: "Hello, who's there?"

"Kristin, it's me, Rob, we need to talk."

"Good grief, OK, must be important. Come on up," Kristin said as she pushed the front door release button.

Rob reached 3B, took a deep breath, and gently knocked a couple times. Kristin opened the door a crack, not releasing the door chain until she was sure it was Rob and that he was alone. Not surprisingly Kristin was in her bathrobe, clearly preparing for bed.

"This better be important, Mr. night owl," Kristin said half-jokingly as she unleashed the door chain to let him in. "From the look on your face I'm guessing it is."

"Unfortunately it is, Kristin. I'm not the bearer of good news," Rob said sullenly. "Let's sit down."

Rob started slowly, "When I got home this evening after our dinner, I received a phone call from my parents. They were upset and understandably so. There had been a terrible fire and much damage."

"To your parent's home?" Kristin asked meekly.

"No, to your parent's home, Kristin," Rob said as gently as he could.

"Oh my God," Kristin shrieked. "Are my parents OK?

"They are OK," Rob assured. Actually, they were not home when it happened, evidently working an evening event on the mainland. They are now safe and sound with my parents and will be staying at my parent's home for the time being."

Kristin buried her head into Rob's chest and sobbed for over a minute. Regaining her composure, she looked at Rob through her misty eyes and said sharply "You know who did this, don't you? That damn Mayor Willoughby. I'll bet you anything he arranged for my parents to work on the mainland tonight, and then set fire to their home."

"Now Kristin, get control. That's a vicious allegation, and a charge that would be almost impossible to substantiate. As much as I also hate the son-of-a-bitch, I couldn't and wouldn't even hint at such a crime unless we had some evidence."

"Well first of all, how does a fire start at Lake Aura on the 1st of October?" Kristin asked rhetorically. "Surely not by a summer lightning storm. And doubtful there were careless smokers camping nearby. No, this reek of arson. The perpetrator made sure my parents were out of the house, and then torched the place, knowing full well no help could arrive quickly to that side of the lake to put it out."

Rob had to agree the incident appeared suspicious, but again advised caution. "Kristin, you must not jump to conclusions without any shred of evidence. And what motive would the mayor have to do this? You're not even there!"

"Precisely, I'm not there. I've escaped from his lair. He's angry. He wants to punish me, but he can't because I'm no longer accessible. So he resorts to hurting the two people closest to me whom he knows I love dearly."

Rob shook his head dubiously. "I think that's a stretch. I realize this guy is a sicko, but he'd have to be a maniac to hurt and damage two people that he supposedly likes and surely should be protecting as mayor of this town."

"How about maniacal monster!" Kristin snarled.

"OK, no question Willoughby is a loser, but I don't think we can indict him yet for crimes against humanity. However, this guy will get his due sooner or later even if it is I who has to make that happen! Believe me, Kristin, I shall never forget what he did to you. That alone will drive me to retaliate in some way, shape or form. If he has now committed yet another atrocity, the timeline for retribution will accelerate dramatically."

"Thank you, Rob, for your understanding and support, and for listening to me pop off like that. I needed to vent."

"Hey, I'm here for you and don't ever forget that. I'm also thinking you might want to talk to your parents tonight before it gets too late. Do you want to come back to my place to call them?"

"I sure do. Give me a couple moments to get dressed."

Rob and Kristin walked briskly to the subway station at Harvard Square. Kristin was thinking it's a little scary down there this time of night, but she was so angry right now that any dark character who tried to accost them would regret it. Furthermore, she was accompanied by her guardian prince so miscreants should beware!

After the inevitable 15 minute wait this time of evening, the subway train finally arrived. It seemed more like 30 minutes shuffling about on the platform watching for any bad actors, but fortunately there were no incidents and it took only five minutes to reach Kendall station.

As they made the two-block walk to Rob's apartment, Kristin reminded Rob that this would be the first time she would see his apartment.

"Well it's not as nice as yours," Rob commented, "but it's perfect for me since there are all kinds of food and other retail stores in the area. Total convenience for the guy who hates to shop!"

"That would apply to most guys I think," Kristin said light-heartedly.

"Anyway, here we are," Rob announced. I'm also on the third floor, but no elevator here – it's a walk-up!"

"I can handle that," Kristin smiled.

Rob opened his apartment door to reveal its spartan contents: one arm chair, a leather couch, a small round kitchen table with two wooden chairs, and small bedroom with twin size bed and one three-drawer bureau.

Kristin chucked and said, "I hope you got a great deal on all these furnishings!"

"Yeah, I did," Rob said proudly, not picking up on Kristin's sarcasm. "I actually purchased all this stuff from the previous tenant for practically nothing."

"What a deal, and who would ever know?" Kristin's sarcasm continued.

"Are you mocking me?" Rob quipped, finally realizing the playfulness of Kristin's comments.

"Yes, a little bit," Kristin confessed, "but I must say at least you do have furnishings, and a phone!"

"We'll work on your furnishings over the weekend, OK? In the meantime, let's put that phone to work. I'll dial my parents."

After Rob reached his parents, Kristen's parents got on the phone for an emotional chat with their daughter. Mrs. Anderson was distressed, indeed all choked up. Mr. Anderson was angry but more philosophical. Their home had been badly damaged, and they had lost many valued possessions, but fortunately no one was hurt. Although they had no clue what started the fire, they were just thankful they were not home to experience it first-hand.

Kristin asked, "Aren't you a little suspicious about that? I mean, not being home when it happened?"

"Why would you ask that?"

Kristin explained, "If there was no clue on the cause of the fire, it's a pretty good bet you guys didn't do something to start it. So sounds like it was an external force, and I don't mean the weather!"

"Are you thinking arson?"

"I am."

"Who would do a heinous thing like that, and why to our home?"

"I'm not going to speculate to you right now, but please just keep that thought in mind. Somebody might have had a beef with you, or even me, and may have done this to punish us or send a message."

"Wow, that seems far-fetched."

"Perhaps, but I think it is more than coincidental that you and Mom were not home at the time. I think the perpetrator knew this and timed this evil act accordingly. Arson is bad, but murder would be far worse. You know the authorities would never stop pursuing a murder suspect, but arson might not receive the same dogged attention, at least not in our small town."

"I never expected this conversation, and I can't say I agree with your thinking, but I guess you never know for sure in this crazy world."

"Right, so just keep an open mind on this. No need to share any of our conversation with anyone, but please keep me informed on any developments, even if what's being said seems a little bizarre or outlandish."

"Will do my darling girl. In the meantime, don't worry about your Mom and me. The Jamisons have graciously offered to take us in for as long as we need. They have a spare bedroom now you know," Harry Anderson laughed for the first time. "So how is everything in Boston with you and that young Mr. Jamison?"

"All is going well, Dad. Great apartment, great job, and great guy," Kristin said while smiling at Rob. I'll update you later...when I get my own phone, ha-ha!"

After saying good-bye and hanging up the phone, Kristin turned to Rob with a wistful look and said "Thank you! That was an important conversation and I really appreciate all you did to make it happen. They're safe and sound, and staying with a terrific family, as you well know. I'm anxious about their future, but somehow we'll have to find a solution."

Rob didn't hesitate, "Do not worry. Will Bradford, his Dad and I will help with that. I need to make a few calls in the morning, but I promise you we'll have a plan soon."

Kristin sighed and gave Rob a hug. They were both exhausted after a long first day on the job, and this dramatic late evening finish. They fell back onto Rob's "bachelor" leather couch. Kristin curled up cozily, resting her head on Rob's chest. Both closed their eyes and fell asleep instantly. There they would remain for several hours until early traffic awakened them at 6 am. It would be a mad dash back to Kristin's apartment to get ready for day two at MBV. Rob made the executive decision to hail a cab. The right call, at the right time. Hopefully day two would be less eventful!
CHAPTER 22

The mayor took his place at the Town Council meeting table. The mayor greeted his council confreres Barry Robertson, Jerry Kline, Linda Bevan, Frank Fellows, and Jack Carefree. Town Manager Cliff Bowman also joined the group.

Although the Council members might not all acknowledge it, they were a liberal leaning group. The exception was Barry Robertson who liked to say he was socially liberal, but otherwise a fiscal conservative. Barry was always pitching for economic growth. He'd often say, "Let's make the pie bigger and better." But his liberal colleagues were more in favor of making the existing pie more agreeable and equal. They were reactionaries, not visionaries. Do-gooders, but not doers and shakers. Slow to change but fast to correct perceived injustice. Well-meaning and virtuous, which is why the townspeople continued to show their appreciation by re-electing this mayor and his court.

Major item on the agenda this day pertained to firefighting services: preparedness, response time, and satisfactory outcomes.

The devastating fire at the Anderson's residence on the other side of the lake was on everyone's mind. It was a disaster, and everyone felt really bad about it. Now it was time for action.

The mayor teed up the topic and asked for comments.

Linda Bevan couldn't wait to speak: "The Anderson fire was a total disaster and a failure on our part to make sure that our firefighting services are able to respond better to fires wherever they may happen in Aura township. Those ten homes on the other side of the lake are particularly vulnerable given there is no access road from the mainland. What were we thinking, or did we think at all about this contingency? Did we really think that our limited fire department could respond quickly to someone calling or clanging a damn bell and then boat over there with sufficient equipment to extinguish a major fire?"

Frank Fellows, a retired accountant, spoke up next: "Mayor, don't I recall that you told us a few months ago that the residents over there on the other side of the lake submitted a petition urging us to invest in an access road?"

Mayor Willoughby responded, "Yes, that is correct, but as I also told you we have no money in the budget to afford it at this time. As you should also recall, at one of our following meetings we discussed and approved additional local taxes so that we could close the spending gap on our existing slate of activities. There just is no available funding for an access road on the other side of the lake."

Jack Carefree, a local real estate broker who generally says very little at these meetings said apologetically: "Maybe we erred on that, Mayor. I mean an access road for those folks is very important, if for no other reason than personal safety. This terrible fire incident has painfully accentuated that. We should have tried harder, looked harder for funding to get that done."

Mayor Willoughby shook his head and said, "Maybe so Jack, but hindsight is 20/20. No one was thinking a calamitous fire could occur over there, especially since all homes are so close to the water."

Jerry Kline, the Council's eldest and its resident sage, picked right up on that: "Damn it, Mayor, how did that fire happen? Have we learned anything about the cause of that fire? Have our police uncovered any clues?"

Town Manager Cliff Bowman, to whom the Police Captain reports, fielded that question: "The short answer is 'no.' This fire remains very mysterious. There do not appear to be any natural causes or electrical causes."

"So, it looks like arson? Jerry asked pointedly

"It does," Cliff replied.

"And no human clues whatsoever – footprints, fingerprints, incendiary devices?"

"The only thing our detective found that was unusual or curious was a blackened silver medallion that appeared to have the words 'Semper Fi' inscribed on it. But that medallion could have been dropped near the house at any time, not necessarily the night of the fire. And unfortunately, carbon and fire residue blotted out any useful prints."

"Was their daughter's boyfriend in the Marines?" Jerry asked inquisitively?

"No, the Peace Corps," Cliff responded, "and he's hardly a suspect as he was in Boston along with the Anderson's daughter the night of the fire."

The mayor interrupted, "This won't get us anywhere. We can't investigate the fire ourselves. The investigation is on-going and in good hands with our police department, although I must say it looks like we'll probably never know for sure how the damn thing started. We need to focus here today on action we should take to assure that something like this tragedy could not likely occur again."

Barry Robertson piped up, "I think that starts with a long overdue access road!"

There was a spontaneous chorus of "yeses" all around the table.

Mayor Willoughby nodded in agreement, "I expected we would be unanimous on that, but the problem will still be funding. So, let me lay out two options that occur to me and Cliff: 1) an assessment; 2) a gas surtax or 3) a combination of both."

Barry Robertson was quick to pounce: "There you go again - lay it on the residents! We just increased their property and sales taxes, and now you propose adding an assessment or a gas surtax? You keep punishing our residents like that Lake Aura will become Lake Poorer."

"Everybody wants to go forward with an access road, but I'm telling you there is no money in the budget to do this," the mayor retorted. "We can't just grow money."

"Yes we can!" Barry shot back. "As I've been advocating for several years, we need to start planting seeds for growth. By that I mean, we need to take actions that will help grow our revenue base with more tax paying businesses, more residents and more visitors buying stuff. We need to set a stage that will encourage new businesses to locate here and inspire existing businesses to expand. To accomplish this the town needs to project greater vitality and showcase a higher quality of life."

"You sound like a chamber of commerce."

"Yeah, well I wish we did have a chamber of commerce, or at least a business development manager with a plan."

Jerry Kline inserted himself into the conversation: "I think Barry is making good sense. There's a lot of opportunity for enhancement around here, such as making Lake Aura more accessible to other residents and guests by developing a town beach for swimming and making Aura Mountain more appealing and entertaining for skiers."

"Barry brightened, "Right on! That's what I'm talking about."

The mayor laughed, "That may be what you're talking about, but unless you can find a wealthy philanthropist who would be willing to support us, what you're talking about is a wild dream. And let's be real, there are other limitations besides money. For example, we would have to find the right parcel of land to create a beach, and we don't have much say in how the owners of Aura Mountain Skiway run their business."

Barry shot back, "Mr. Mayor, perhaps it is a dream, but dreams can happen when leaders commit to action."

Jerry added, "And we won't ever know what we can do if we don't try. I can tell you that the Aura Mountain Skiway would likely be open to working with us. Their operation is woefully weak, and I know their revenue is way off. Quite frankly, if Aura Mountain fails that will adversely affect all of us."

"OK, OK I agree we should give this some thought," the mayor relented. "How about if we designate Barry and Jerry as our business development committee to provide us with a plan that we could all review for discussion?"

All heads were nodding.

The mayor formalized the motion: "All in favor say aye."

"That's unanimous – we now have a business development committee. Barry and Jerry, we look forward to your initial report in a few months, or however long it takes to develop a realistic plan. In the meantime, let's get back to the real world of how we are going to fund the access road for those folks on the other side of the lake."
CHAPTER 23

Before Rob reported to class, he phoned Jake Cromwell. "Hi Jake, just thought I'd check-in to see if you've heard anything about the valuation of the gold coins."

Jake replied, "I'll check with our Treasury group. We gave them the assignment, but I don't know status. Call you later."

Rob next called his good buddy, Will Bradford. They discussed the fire tragedy at the Anderson's home. Will acknowledged cause of the fire was unknown but acknowledged it was highly suspicious. "Serious damage, Rob. Looks like a total wipe-out. I hope the Andersons have a good home insurance policy that covers major fire damage."

"Unfortunately, I think not, so we're going to have to rely on other means to fund rebuilding their place. But not to worry, I'm working on that. I just need you and your Dad to provide me with an estimate for reconstructing the Andersons home to something similar to what they had. A ballpark estimate is good enough for right now."

The major agenda item in Rob's class today was a case study of The McDonald's Corporation. It was ideal learning for Rob as he knew he would be heavily involved in MVB's roll-out of 11 McDonald's franchise stores around greater Boston.

McDonald's was already a fascinating entrepreneurial success story. The McDonald brothers started slowly and modestly in 1948 with one location in the Los Angeles area, but they established a truly differentiated restaurant model that proved very popular: very fast service with very low prices for a concentrated line of very popular items, including hamburgers, french fries, soft drinks, milk shakes, and coffee. They achieved financial success partly by focusing on these few appealing items, but mostly by making the operation "self-service" and by setting up the kitchen like an assembly line to achieve speed and efficiency. Four years later in 1952 they added the iconic "golden arches" to their store's design, which helped significantly increase noticeability. However, it wasn't until 1955 that McDonald's started realizing dramatic growth when the McDonalds brothers contracted with a former milk shake machine salesman named Ray Kroc to start franchising McDonald's restaurants in the mid-west. By 1959 there were 102 locations and growing fast. By 1965 McDonald's had broadened its presence to almost every state and decided to go public with a stock offering. Common shares opened at $22.50 but by the end of the first day of trading the price had already risen to $30.

At the end of the professor's presentation he introduced a special guest: Fred Turner. Fred was operations vice president for McDonald's and was instrumental in helping new franchisees get oriented and running smoothly. He was in town to speak with MBV execs and had agreed to make this special appearance at our class. His insights were an invaluable lesson. He made the point emphatically that McDonald's success to date was no fluke, but rather the result of comprehensive business discipline: an efficient business model, constant attention to detail, and marketing brilliance. He said success always starts with an appealing product but is optimized by innovation and aggressive marketing.

With regard to the marketing, Fred cited how McDonald's differentiated its presentation to customers with a striking color scheme of yellow and white and dark brown and red trim coupled with the highly visible "golden arches" rising above. He also credited McDonald's likeable advertising that worked hard at creating awareness with its memorable "Look for the Golden Arches" tagline. Fred also acknowledged the importance of using advertising to shape desired "brand character" and that would be the focus of McDonald's future advertising with messaging that reinforced McDonald's convenience and pleasurable experience which would be accentuated by its new tagline: "You Deserve A Break Today."

Rob was dazzled. Incredible learning. Rob was thinking if he ever had a chance to be an entrepreneur himself he would remember and employ the McDonald's principles of success.

Rob thought about the McDonald's success story and the fascinating insights from Fred Turner all the way home to his apartment. It had been an exciting day, but it wasn't over. The phone rang. It was Jake Cromwell.

"Rob, Jake here. Good news about your gold coins. Our Treasury group reports a lot of interest, primarily from professional numismatists in UK and France, most notably at the Bank of England and Monnaie de Paris. We're confident we can sell your coins for at least $250,000."

"That is great news, thank you Jake. Let's make that happen. Please ask the Treasury group how we should proceed. I can have the coins shipped to MBV or to wherever the Treasury group directs."

"OK, will do, but I'm sure there's some legal paperwork we need to get done first. I will arrange that and get back to you. By the way, congratulations!"

"Thank you, Jake. There are going to be some very important uses of that money."

Rob was already thinking how he would allocate those funds: $10,000 for Richie's college education, $10,000 for his parents savings account, $20,000 to help build a new home for the Andersons, $10,000 for Rob and Kristin to start a life together (he thought optimistically), and $200,000 investment in the MBV equity growth plan.

What a dizzying, but happy day.
CHAPTER 24

It was Christmas Eve 1966. The Andersons and Jamisons, who had become very close this past year, sat around a small but fragrant and beautifully decorated Christmas tree. They were all drinking egg nog with a generous spike of bourbon. They were eagerly awaiting the arrival of Rob and Kristin who had rented a car to drive up from Boston. Lake Aura was already frozen, which precluded boat access. There was an agonizing, circuitous back way up and over the hills that was not only long but treacherous especially during the winter months; however, it was the only option this time of year except for slipping and sliding across icy Lake Aura. Another compelling reason the residents were clamoring for the town to develop that long-desired access road to the mainland.

Rob and Kristin arrived finally about 8 pm. They parked the rental car in a limited space at the top of the hill and slowly walked down a narrowly shoveled pathway to the Jamison's home. No question it was winter in Vermont as they heard that familiar "crunch, crunch" sound with each step on the crusty snow. Rob had brought a flashlight anticipating it would be hard to see, but a brilliant full moon also helped illuminate the way.

Rob and Kristin were greeted at the Jamison's door with squeals and cheers. It was as if the prince and princess had arrived. At least to the Jamisons and the Andersons, Rob and Kristin were royalty and would be treated as such.

The egg nog gave way to some sparkling wine to celebrate the happy occasion of all being together again for the holidays. Not that sparkling wine was needed to inspire this group, but it sure was flowing fast and easy, and it did get very loud in there. Even Richie was allowed to participate in this round. As his Dad said, "Hey he's off to college in eight months, so let's get real."

The two families sat down to enjoy a casual Christmas Eve dinner. Since it would be turkey with all the fixings the next day for their traditional Christmas dinner, the moms had decided a light pasta and salad dinner would be appropriate for tonight, with home baked crusty baguettes. Add a bottle of pinot noir and this was a happy group!

They decided they should top off the evening by opening one present each. Rob and Kristin insisted that the Andersons should open their present first. Unwrapping the box, Betty and Harry Anderson found what looked like a toy model home. A bit startled and perplexed, Harry looked at Rob and joked awkwardly "If only we could live inside this!"

Without hesitation Rob declared "You can and you will. I mean once we build it to scale."

Harry Anderson looked at Betty who also looked perplexed and said, "Sorry Rob, good idea, but there's no way I could build that on my own and Betty and I certainly could not afford to hire a construction company to do that."

Rob said smiling, "You'll need to do neither. We're going to build it for you. I've already arranged the entire construction project with Bradford Construction and the best part is that it's already paid for."

Harry Anderson now really looked bewildered and Betty was trying to catch her breath. Harry asked, "Rob, are you putting me on? I mean is this a Christmas Eve joke?"

"No sir," Rob replied. "This is what your new home will look like, and you'll not have to pay anything. Oh, but there is one catch. Will Bradford and his Dad said they would appreciate some help with your carpentry skills!"

"Well if you're really serious about all this, of course I want to help. But I don't understand – how can you and the Bradfords do this?"

Rob replied, "Because the Andersons are a great family who got a raw deal with that damn fire, and because we can and want to do it for you. Sometime later I'll explain to you how we're able to finance it, which will not be a problem, but right now Kristin and I would like you to just sit back, relax and enjoy the best Christmas ever."

Betty Anderson's eyes moistened. Harry still looked stunned. Ralph Jamison exclaimed it was a good time for that second bottle of sparkling wine to cheer this merry occasion.

"Pop" went the cork. Glasses were filled with the bubbly, and Ralph made the moment really special with a heartfelt toast, "To dear friends and family and to almighty God for His benevolent gift of love and support."

What followed was a hug fest and tears of joy. Drained by the emotions of the evening, all agreed it was time for a restful sleep. After church services in the morning, there would be plenty of time to open all other presents.

This would be a Christmas to remember, and for more reason than the exhilarating celebration at the Jamison home.
CHAPTER 25

Everyone except Richie readied for church services Christmas morning. Richie pleaded he needed more sleep since he drew the floor space in the den for his bed. The other six adults squeezed into Rob's rental car and made the long trek up and over the snowy hills to the local Presbyterian church.

Reverend Burke greeted all the parishioners who were braving the sub-freezing cold and icy conditions to honor the birth of Christ on this joyous day. However, it did not feel "joyous" for some reason. The usual festive air seemed deflated. People looked somber and merely nodded to one another rather than extend a warm Christmas greeting. It was a mystery, until Reverend Burke made his remarks. Then it was a bombshell!

The Reverend had to address what was on the minds of so many that morning – the senseless and tragic death of young Julie Davidson. It was hard for the Reverend to relate meaning and relevance of Julie's untimely death to the birth of Christ. The Reverend did his best. He reminded all that our Lord was born to be a martyr for the sins of mankind. Julie also died as a martyr against sin, the abhorrent sin of rape. "Yes, she took her own life," the Reverend acknowledged, "which is a terrible wrong, but in her own way she was crucifying herself to condemn the sin of rape and herald other women to fight for their rights and dignity. Although the Lord does not condone suicide, the Lord is compassionate and understanding and will embrace Julie Davidson as a good young Christian woman who was violated and had to send a strong message denouncing it. May she rest in peace in the arms of the loving Christ whom we celebrate today as the savior who was born to redeem us."

Everyone seemed to agree the Reverend's comments were commendable but nevertheless a strained rationalization. However, in light of the circumstances, most agreed the Reverend was right to shine a positive light on this terrible tragedy that happened only two days before Christmas. As such, most did feel somewhat comforted by the Reverend's comments. But not Rob and Kristin. They were stunned and sickened.

Kristin knew Julie Davidson from high school. Although Julie was two years younger than Kristin, they were both on the cheerleading squad during Kristin's senior year. Kristin remembered Julie as cute, effervescent, and talented. Julie was the most acrobatic member of the squad, so she was always part of the most difficult physical maneuvers that the cheerleaders performed on the sidelines. Julie was also very smart and likeable and therefore it was no big surprise to Kristin when she learned that Julie had replaced her in the mayor's office.

Rob and Kristin didn't talk much about it the rest of Christmas day, although the two families shared their feelings about how heart-breaking and dismaying this terrible incident was. The two moms could not believe that a rape and suicide could happen in their pastoral community.

Curiously, there was little discussion about what depraved individual could have committed this repugnant sin of rape. Probably because it was assumed the evil-doer was an outsider, a transient whom the police would eventually track down, arrest and bring to trial.

Rob and Kristin knew differently, and they talked about it a lot on the drive back to Boston. They knew the evil-doer could be one of their own people, at the center of the community, in a leadership position no less. They had no evidence, but they knew there was precedence. Could it be the mayor again? It was surely a familiar scenario – a pretty young damsel working for the powerful mayor in a privileged position. Did Julie leave any clues? The mayor was too guileful to allow that and undoubtedly had knowledge or information about Julie and her family that gave him leverage to assure her silence.

Rob and Kristin were sure the mayor never anticipated Julie would take her own life, but the mayor probably wasn't grieving too much about that since there would be no leaking of damaging evidence. Unless someone else in the mayor's office might have been aware of the mayor's misdeeds.

Kristin always believed Cliff Bowman was aware of the mayor's nocturnal ventures to the other side of the lake to visit her. She was betting Cliff knew something about Julie's fate.

Rob vowed to follow-up with Cliff Bowman when the timing appeared right.
CHAPTER 26

Rob and Kristin resumed a normal work routine after the holidays. Rob was now fully engaged in his field assignment supervising and assisting the 11 McDonald's franchises in the Boston area that MBV now owned. One of the perks for this assignment was a fully funded car that MBV provided. And not just an ordinary car. A sleek but muscular 4-door Pontiac Le Mans in striking blue with white trim.

Rob felt very dashing driving this handsome car. When summer arrived, Rob planned outings for Kristin and himself so that they could enjoy driving this physical beauty all around the Boston area. They visited Tanglewood in the western part of the state in the Berkshires to attend a Boston Pops concert; drove to Cape Cod to visit the JFK museum in Hyannis; toured the classically beautiful, opulent mansions on Bellevue Avenue in Newport, Rhode Island; and enjoyed the many and varied spectacular beaches north of Boston, including Good Harbor and Wingaersheek beaches in Gloucester, and Crane Beach in Ipswich.

Monday to Friday Rob was fully focused on work. Rob helped supervise all the new trainee employees, assisted the management of each operation to help upgrade customer satisfaction, and studied ways to make each operation more efficient with its logistics. However, the most fun part of the job was promoting a special new offering on the menu called "the Big Mac." This was a hearty burger sandwich that consisted of two beef patties, lettuce, American cheese, pickles, onions, and McDonald's "special sauce" all contained in a three-part sesame seed bun. It was being introduced at an attractively low price of only 45 cents and it was proving to be very popular.

While Rob was learning how to run McDonald's franchises, Kristin advanced as well. She was tapped to be the administrative assistant to MVB's Vice President for Retail Investments, Larry Hoffman. Larry at 60 was the senior member of the MVB partner group. He'd been involved with retail businesses since receiving his MBA at Harvard 32 years ago. He spent most of his career with the Jewel Food Company in Chicago, which eventually became Jewel-Osco and then renamed the Jewel Companies. This gave him invaluable experience in numerous segments of the retail universe including supermarkets, drug stores and convenience stores. He eventually made it back to Boston where he was assigned lead managerial responsibility for Star Markets, which Jewel-Osco had acquired. Two years later Larry was offered a prominent role with MBV.

Although Larry had great retail experience, he did not have hands-on experience with fast food stores or discount department stores, which were now his focus with MBV's investments in McDonald's, Walmart, and Giant Stores. However, Larry knew well the key principles of retailing success: 1) know your customer; 2) retail is detail; 3) price attractively and promote; and 4) location, location, location.

MBV knew Larry was a retail pro and needed his savvy retail experience and instincts to help navigate their retail investment portfolio that was growing rapidly. Larry's background was also good for Rob and Kristin as Larry would be both mentor and fellow student. He worked closely with Rob relying on him to dig into the McDonald's operations and convey back to him what he was learning. He relied on Kristin to be essentially his office manager as Larry was out of office much of the time studying the Walmart operations in the south where they were principally located and studying MBV's most recent investment in Giant Discount Stores in the Mass Bay area. Larry communicated with Kristin all day long, and Kristin loved her role as Larry's "aide de camp." For more than one reason, she was not missing working in the mayor's office in Aura, Vermont.

The Hoffman group of businesses all seemed to be doing well, some spectacularly well. MVB's McDonald's franchises were attracting more customers every week, helped a lot by McDonald's popular new advertising that touted "You Deserve A Break Today," and its well-received promotion of the "Big Mac" sandwich, a run-away winner.

Walmart stores were operating in only three states: Arkansas, Missouri, and Oklahoma. Most of the stores were in Arkansas, but all stores were posting dramatic results. Company management was already talking about expansion and a possible stock split.

Larry was very impressed with Walmart, so impressed he recommended that MBV invest in the Giant Discount Department Store company based in their home state of Massachusetts. Larry saw parallels between Walmart and Giant – both appealing to price conscious consumers with quality merchandise and a pleasurable shopping experience. Larry speculated that these two companies would eventually merge, or one would acquire the other. Either way, a win-win for MBV.

As the Thanksgiving holiday of 1967 approached, Rob and Kristin planned for a long weekend visit with family at Lake Aura. They started their drive that Wednesday afternoon before the holiday. Unfortunately, many others had similar plans, so the traffic was heavy and slow-going. Rob and Kristin were undaunted, in fact unstressed by it all. Their attitude was they'll get there when they get there. They were more focused on how much their lives had changed, and how fortunate they were to have rediscovered each other. Love had definitely blossomed, or re-blossomed, for them. Both were thinking it might be time to consolidate apartments and share each night together. Neither was sure how or when to approach that subject. Perhaps their planned visit back to Lake Aura for Thanksgiving might provide a catalyst. However, it just seemed like nothing good was happening in and around Aura township lately so both were a little apprehensive about the homecoming.
CHAPTER 27

On the positive side, the town of Aura had finally constructed the access road to the mainland. It was not paved, but rather a gravel and dirt road, which was similar to many country roads in Vermont. The good news – the gravel/dirt road, which was officially named "Upper Lake Road," would serve its primary purpose well and it would also be maintained by the town including plowing and snow removal in the winter. Although it was a shame that a tragedy like the fire at the Anderson's residence was needed to prompt this needed action, at least it was finally done, and all the residents on this side of the lake were rejoicing over its completion.

More good news for this Thanksgiving holiday: construction of the Anderson's new home had been completed. The Bradford Construction Company and "special carpenter" Harry Anderson had worked diligently on this project. They were able to use the existing foundation of the former home, which facilitated construction. The new "Upper Lake Road" access to the mainland also helped immeasurably. Amazing how much easier and faster it was now to transport materials into and away from this other side of the lake. One sensed that this new "Upper Lake Road" would give rise to much more than just the redevelopment of the Anderson home.

The Anderson's new home turned out to be a gem - an attractive two-bedroom, two-bathroom split-level home with an expansive picture window in the living room that showcased the splendor of Lake Aura. Betty finally got the modern kitchen with all new appliances that she had always wanted...and Harry got a happy wife!

Thanksgiving dinner would be served at the Anderson's new home with the entire Jamison family as special guests. It would be a sweet reciprocation and thank you for the Jamison's gracious hospitality over the past year.

This would be Richie's first Thanksgiving since starting college in September, and he was really looking forward to it. There's nothing like a few months away from home to increase appreciation for the comforts of home, and the unconditional love of the parents who raised you. Indeed, absence does make the heart grow fonder.

Richie also brought home some very interesting news. He had heard from his political science professor that the mayor of Aura, Martin Willoughby, would be a candidate for one of the 30 state senate positions and would be entering the Democratic primary next summer.

That was mind-blowing news to Rob and Kristin. They were thinking, would it be possible that the unsuspecting voters of Vermont could actually elect a depraved person and ineffectual leader like Martin Willoughby to be one of the leaders of the entire state? Even if people were unaware of his morally corrupt character, surely people would discern that Willoughby had a record of little accomplishment. Indeed, he had run a quintessentially beautiful Vermont mountainside town into the ground, almost bankrupted it. His modus operandi has been to take care of the influential people, charm the voters with feel-good events and speeches, tax whatever is taxable, and spend it.

Kristin asked Rob, "How can shallow politicians like Willoughby ever get elected?"

Rob shook his head with a disgusted look on his face and replied, "I think it's sad but true that some politicians like Willoughby can prevail by being chameleonlike, you know like changing colors to suit the circumstances. And like chameleons, they are good at slinking out of difficult predicaments, and using their sharp, projectile tongue to keep enemies at bay."

Kristin chuckled and said, "Chameleons, huh, pretty good metaphor. But wouldn't you think intelligent people would eventually see the true colors, metaphorically speaking?"

Rob smiled, appreciating Kristin's playful response, "Well, all I can say to that is it's hard to catch a lizard in the act of deceit. Willoughby wouldn't be the first lizard that slithered to the top; and most likely he won't be the last either. However, you're right, sooner or later intelligent people should be able to discern true colors."

"With that thought in mind, Kristin, I think this would be an appropriate time to have a chat with Town Manager Cliff Bowman. I'll bet he has some insights that could be enlightening."

Kristin responded, "Yes, I'll bet he does!"

Rob paused, staring away for a few moments. He was thinking perhaps Martin Willoughby has been a better mayor than Rob and Kristin perceived? Perhaps he has had to deal with adverse situations that were not apparent and so perhaps he's actually been doing a great job? Perhaps he had nothing to do with the rape and suicide of Julie Davidson although at least Rob and Kristin knew that Willoughby was capable of committing such a scurrilous act. Rob knew it was important to keep an open mind, suppress his bias as best he could, and seek objective truths from people who should know more than he. Cliff Bowman was surely someone who knew far more about Martin Willoughby than Rob, or even Kristin for that matter. But was Cliff Bowman willing to risk the sharp tongue of his lizard-like boss? It was time to find out.

"I'll call him the day after Thanksgiving. That should be a good time to catch him in a good mood for a little social conversation!"

As Thanksgiving Day dawned, Betty and Kristin were busy at work in the Anderson's new kitchen preparing what would be a bacchanalian feast. A bounty of delectable foods would complement the cheerfulness of the day. For starters, there would be a spinach dip with tortilla chips, bacon-wrapped brussels sprouts roasted with shallots, and Vermont mild and sharp cheddar cheeses with multi-grain crackers. The salad would be avocado based with chopped tomatoes, sliced cucumber, and red onion highlighted with olive oil and lemon juice. The main event would be anchored by a 26-pound butter-rubbed roast turkey accompanied by sides of buttermilk mashed potatoes, sautéed green beans with pecans, roasted red beets, and freshly baked cornbread. Of course, it would not be a traditional Thanksgiving dinner without that ample supply of Vermont apple cider to help wash everything down. Last but not least, everyone knew to save room for dessert, a baked from scratch pumpkin pie that would be served with a dollop of whipped cream.

The Andersons and Jamisons cruised through the day together, enjoying each other's company, reflecting on the good times and recent crises overcome, and dining regally as if they were in a five-star Relais & Chateau restaurant. Everyone had a good time and everyone was totally sated by the end of the day. There would be no problem falling asleep this evening as the turkey and its many accompaniments acted like a sedating sleep-aid.

Rob was pleased the day had gone so well, and also happy that he was able to fall asleep fast. He was anxious to get up early the next day and make his call to Cliff Bowman.
CHAPTER 28

Rob checked the local phone directory to find Cliff Bowman's residence phone number. It was only 8 am but Rob assumed Cliff would be up, most likely sipping a cup of Green Mountain coffee while perusing his Burlington Free Press daily and perhaps the Boston Globe as well.

"Cliff, hi, this is Rob Jamison calling, I hope not too early. You may not remember me..."

Cliff interrupted, "Yes, I know who you are. How is Boston treating you, and how is Kristin?"

"Both good, thank you for asking."

"That's great, so how may I help you, Rob?"

"I was wondering if you and I could get together this morning for coffee and discuss a few things of mutual interest."

"Like what?"

"I'd rather not get specific over the phone but I'd say the subject concerned Vermont politics."

"I thought it might. Sure, why don't you come on over. I've got a pot of coffee brewed just waiting for some good conversation. Do you know how to get to my place?"

"Yes, I can find it."

"OK, but when you get here, let's park your car in my garage. Can't be too careful you know. No need to broadcast your visit."

"Sure, no problem. I'll be there in 30 minutes."

Rob reflected a few moments on that last part – park in his garage? How odd. Or maybe very prudent. It was probably a good sign as that precaution may foretell Cliff's willingness to talk candidly as long as the conversation could be confidential. Indeed it might not be a good thing for someone in the neighborhood to spot Rob's car with Massachusetts plates in Cliff's driveway, especially if that someone might have a link to Martin Willoughby, and too many did!

Cliff had already backed his car out of his garage when Rob arrived. He waved Rob forward and guided him into the one-car space.

Cliff's home was modest sized but convenient, not far from the town office building. As a single person, Cliff didn't need a big house or a multi-car garage. He kept it simple, unlike his former wife who was a design freak and a show-off. Her obsession with "things to impress" caused much friction between the two of them, and ultimately precipitated their split followed by divorce. Cliff was OK with his situation primarily because he didn't have much time to think about it. Being town manager fully preoccupied him. However, Cliff was still young and good looking and when he was honest with himself he had to admit he would very much like to find a compatible companion to love and care for. Unfortunately, there were not too many unattached mid 30's female candidates in the Aura community. Love would have to wait.

Cliff greeted Rob and escorted him into his kitchen through the door from the garage. He motioned to Rob to take a seat at the round kitchen table.

"Coffee? It's freshly brewed and very good if I do say so myself."

Rob responded affirmatively, "Thank you, I'd love a cup. Black please."

Cliff chuckled, "No cream or sweeteners? Boston has really toughened you up."

Rob laughed, "Actually that habit started in the Peace Corps. Nobody fussed with additives. And times we needed to mainline it, fast!"

Cliff replied, "Well relax and enjoy this cup. I think you'll enjoy it more than any coffee you were drinking in the Peace Corps. I don't put a lot of time into cooking these days, but I have perfected the art of good coffee-making."

Rob took a sip, and readily agreed. "Yes, you could be my barista anytime. Really good java."

Cliff looked pleased that Rob was enjoying his coffee, but he knew this visit was not about sharing the best coffee brew.

"So Rob, to what do I owe this early morning visit?"

Rob paused, then blurted: "Martin Willoughby!"

When Rob saw Cliff's head snap back he continued quickly, "What I mean is I'd like to learn more about Martin Willoughby, his accomplishments as mayor and his intentions going forward."

"May I ask why?"

"Sure, of course. For one, I've heard Willoughby is considering running for the Vermont Senate and I am very interested in what you think about that; and secondly, if Willoughby is going to vacate the mayor's office, I'd like to help organize a campaign for his replacement and I'd like to know what issues that candidate might be facing after six years of Willoughby."

"Wow, addressing all that might require more than one pot of coffee. In fact, it might require something stronger! You do realize, don't you, you're putting me in a very awkward position to answer those questions."

"I do realize that," Rob responded, "but you have a better lens on the situation than anybody. And furthermore, Kristin believes in you."

"Thank you for sharing that about Kristin. That means a lot to me. She's a terrific gal and she is very much missed. How is she?"

"She's well. She's doing great in Boston at Mass Bay Ventures. But she has some scars from this this place."

"I know Rob. Sorry. I wish there was something I could have done about that."

"So, you were aware of what Willoughby was doing?"

"I was pretty sure, having overheard a few revealing comments around the office and knowing that Willoughby used his boat at night from time to time. But I had no proof, and Kristin never said anything about it."

"And what about the fire at the Anderson's place a year ago? Any link to Willoughby?"

"No direct link, and I doubt if anyone would ever find a direct link. Willoughby was too careful and too calculating to ever be caught doing something horrible like that. But I would not rule out an indirect link."

"What do you mean, indirect?"

"A lot of people in this town owe Willoughby. He's a wily politician who knows how to charm, and he knows how to buy allegiance. He has greased the skids for a number of people. It just wouldn't surprise me if Willoughby used one of his markers to get that deed done. But again, I have no proof."

"What about Julie Davidson? Rob asked. "Any indication that Willoughby was implicated in that horrific tragedy?"

"Rob, all I can say about that is that it's a remarkably similar pattern. I wish I did have some proof because I would lead a charge to nail this guy."

"Seriously? You mean you're not one of Willoughby's stolen souls?"

"Damn right I'm not," Cliff huffed defiantly. "I was hired by unanimous vote of the Aura Town Council. Yes, I've had to work closely with Mayor Willoughby and walk a fine line, but I assure you I have worked hard to serve the best interests of this town every day on the job. I would resent any insinuation to the contrary."

"Sorry for that poke, Cliff. I do believe you and Kristin believes in you, which is good enough for me. Question is, though, how will you handle media inquiries about Mayor Willoughby running for a senate seat? Are you planning to be non-supportive?"

"I plan to be neutral. I plan to direct all inquiries to the Town Council members. Let them comment about all the lack of growth in the Aura community, the pull-back in services, the delays on building and repairing infrastructure, and the rising tax rates that have gained little, but certainly have diminished the town's luster and appeal to outsiders. I'll recommend they all talk especially to Barry Robertson and Jerry Kline, two of our most proactive Council members, who advocated a year ago that the Council develop a business development plan. Willoughby grudgingly agreed and threw the ball to Robertson and Kline to get it done, which they did, but Willoughby has effectively stalled any action."

Rob was shaking his head in disbelief, "How could this depraved individual who has accomplished so little have the chutzpah to run for higher office?"

"It is partly chutzpah but it's also sphere of influence. This guy has worked the political channels. He has connected well to other mayors and to state representatives. He's even given speeches at the Capitol building in Montpelier where he has extolled the liberal policies of the governor and state legislature. Quite frankly, Willoughby has become a darling of the state Democratic party. That high octane political machine will drive his candidacy, and he'll most likely win. It's scary, but that's the reality of the situation."

Rob paused and then said, "That would be very hard to accept. And it would be a ticking time bomb for the state of Vermont."

Cliff agreed, "Yes, it would, more than you know because his real aspiration is to be governor someday. He sees the senate position as a mere stepping stone to the governor's office - that's what he really wants!"

"Oh good grief! That would be a disaster. How do we stop this egocentric mad man?"

Cliff answered, "Unfortunately, I think there's little we can do about his political maneuvers other than seek another candidate, but that takes big money and influence. Unless you know of a gold mine somewhere, I'm afraid our meager resources would achieve no more than a whisper for some other candidate."

"Point well made," Rob acknowledged. "I'll have to do some thinking about this, but I guess we need to anticipate that Willoughby's election might be inevitable. So, what about locally? Any good thoughts about who might be the right person to be the next mayor of Aura township"

"Yes," Cliff responded without hesitation, "I'd strongly favor Barry Robertson. As I mentioned earlier, he has pushed a proactive agenda here without the mayor's support, but if he had the mantle, I'm confident he could make good things happen for our community. Not the least of which would be his desired initiative to work with Aura Mountain Skiway to develop a more vibrant ski business that would benefit both the skiway and the town of Aura. However, I don't know if Barry would want the job. He's retired now, and I think he likes his part-time only role as member of Town Council."

"I agree Barry sounds like a good candidate, if he's willing to run, but in light of what you said, we may need a back-up candidate. How about you?"

Cliff hesitated, started to speak but stopped, shook his head and then said "No, I don't think so. I'm an administrative manager. I have no political experience and not sure I want any."

It seems to me whether you want any or not, you've been getting a full head of it working for Willoughby. You undoubtedly know more about the political dynamics of this town than anyone, with the exception of Willoughby, of course. You know the issues, you know the key players, and you clearly have thoughts, different thoughts, on how to run this town. You could be the change agent that this town desperately needs. And, assuming Willoughby is elected to the state senate, you would have a friend, or rather I should say former close colleague sitting in Montpelier. That could be a hell of an asset, if and when needed, to get things done here."

"Yes, but I can also be effective as the Town Manager of Aura, a position I really like, and it suits me well."

"True but not nearly as effective as being mayor, the CEO of this town! Give some thought to what might happen if one of the 'weaker' town councilors ran and won. We'd be stuck again for another four years. Cliff, give this some serious thought. Perhaps discuss it with Barry Robertson and Jerry Kline. If those two leaders support you, I think you'd have a strong position."

"OK, I'll think about it."
CHAPTER 29

It had been an enjoyable Thanksgiving holiday, and it was a near repeat for the Christmas holiday a month later with one big added feature – skiing! Aura Mountain had received almost 40 inches of snow in December. With its substantial base, the skiing at Aura Mountain was exceptional for this time of year, which Rob and Kristin enjoyed for a couple days. Surprisingly, there were relatively few others also enjoying the Aura slopes, which was OK by Rob and Kristin because crowds at the skiway would slow the lift lines and interfere with schussing freely down those snowy, icy trails. However, Rob had to wonder how Aura Mountain sustained a good business with so few skiers. He made a mental note to follow-up on that with Barry Robertson and Jerry Kline, whom Cliff said was examining that very issue in the context of their business development plan for the total Aura township.

The year ended pleasantly, and the new year was off to roaring start. McDonald's was experiencing extraordinary growth, not only in the Boston area but all over the U.S. In only its fourth year after going public, McDonald's sold its five billionth hamburger. Its stock had already split once, and a second split appeared likely soon. Customers were happy, and shareholders were even happier. That included Mass Bay Ventures who could not have been more pleased with its McDonald's investment. MBV was also very pleased with how well Rob was supervising its 11 franchise operations. Rob's star was shining brightly.

In early March, CEO Bob Cromwell invited Rob to lunch to congratulate him personally. Jake Cromwell was not invited to this special one-on-one luncheon meeting with his Dad, but he was eager to hear how it went. Rob promised Jake he would call him later to share the highlights.

"So, how'd it go?" Jake asked curiously when Rob called later that afternoon.

"Very well," Rob responded buoyantly. "Your Dad said a lot of complimentary things, and then rewarded me with a big promotional raise of 20%."

"Wow, that's impressive, but you do deserve it Rob."

"That's not all. Your Dad said after a job well done supervising MBV's McDonald's franchises, the MBV Executive Committee believes it's time for me to tackle a new assignment."

"What is the new assignment?" Jake asked curiously.

"I don't know yet. There are a couple options being considered, but nothing definite yet. In the meantime, your Dad asked me to think about the career pathway I'd really like to pursue, and that we would discuss that in about a month. Perhaps you and I could get together to toss around a few ideas."

"Very cool, Rob. Of course, I'd be happy to help you chart your course, but that's going to cost you a few beers!"

"No problem. I'll buy dinner, too."

"Starting to feel rich, good buddy?"

"Yeah, well the other thing your Dad shared with me is that the MBV savings and investment fund had a great year. More than a great year – a stupendous year. My original $200,000 investment has now grown to almost $350,000."

Jake chuckled, "Might be time to settle down and start building a nest."

"You know Jake, I was thinking the same thing!"
CHAPTER 30

Rob couldn't wait to see Kristin that evening. He was bursting with pride, affection and purpose. He had made a dinner reservation at Locke-Ober, one of Boston's oldest and most celebrated restaurants. One generally didn't just drop by Locke-Ober for a casual dinner. For politicians and businessmen there was usually an agenda. For lovers, there was the ambiance of a special occasion. For Rob, it could be a life changer.

Kristin sensed something was up, but she tried to act nonchalant. Nevertheless, she was ecstatic about dining at the famous Locke-Ober for the first time with the expectation that Rob had some good news. She knew Rob had had lunch with Bob Cromwell earlier that day and assumed astutely that Rob would not have arranged a reservation at the posh Locke-Ober if he didn't have good news to share. She was right, of course, but she hadn't anticipated the full scope and impact of all that Rob would say that evening.

Rob arrived first and arranged for a cozy corner table. He cued the waiter to bring two glasses of champagne after his lady friend had been seated. Five minutes later Kristin arrived, and a fun evening began.

"Hi Rob. Can't wait to hear all about your day."

Rob jumped up, kissed Kristin affectionately on the lips, and assisted her into the corner table chair that allowed a sweeping view of the handsome Locke-Ober dining room.

"Well thank you, Prince Charming," Kristin said clearly pleased she was being treated like royalty. "Now come on, time to share news of the day!"

Rob began, "It was a good day. My lunch with Bob Cromwell went very well. He was very complimentary, and very generous with a salary increase for me, and hopefully us."

Kristin was taken aback by the last part of Rob's comment, wondering what that meant. However, before she could ask Rob to explain, two glasses of champagne arrived.

"Wow, that must have been really good news about your performance review," Kristin exclaimed with a lighthearted laugh as she held up her glass of champagne.

"Actually, this champagne is for a toast to the future," Rob said seriously while looking directly into Kristin's dazzling hazel eyes. "To our future. To Mr. and Mrs. Rob Jamison, that is if you'll be my bride."

Kristin looked stunned. "Rob, did you just ask me to marry you?"

"I sure did!" Rob said with a flourish. "And I'm waiting breathlessly for your answer."

Kristin's eyes moistened, and tears began to trickle down her cheek. She put down her glass of champagne and reached across the table to hold Rob's hand. "Rob, I love you, and I would be very happy and proud to be your wife."

Having heard those endearing words, Rob popped out of his chair, lifted Kristin out of her chair, and gave her a big bear hug embrace, followed by a passionate kiss.

This romantic act did not go unnoticed by the other patrons in the restaurant who erupted into a spontaneous cheer for Rob and Kristin. Rob smiled and waved his appreciation to everyone present who clearly appeared to approve of Rob and Kristin's open demonstration of mutual love.

It was hard to calm the emotional engines after that rousing start to the evening. However, the two love-birds, now fiancé and bride-to-be, settled back into their comfortable leather chairs, sipped their champagne, and began talking excitedly about the gazillion details of planning a wedding. "First things first though, Rob," Kristin interjected, "it would be nice if I had an engagement ring before we get too far ahead with this parade."

Rob laughed, and looked a little embarrassed, but he reached into his pocket and pulled out a simple but shiny ring. "OK, since I thought you might say something like that I got you this temporary ring this afternoon from Filene's. I apologize for not having the sparkling gem you deserve, but I had very little time today, and I just felt like tonight was the night I wanted to ask you to marry me. So, please consider this as just a place-holder ring. Anyway, I thought it would be better if you personally picked out an engagement ring that you really liked...from one of those chic jewelry shops on Newbury Street. We could do that on Saturday, OK?"

"OK, of course, you're forgiven. Sounds a little bit like a rationalization but I must admit kind of cute, too. Just like you!"

They both laughed, enjoying every moment of this cheerful evening.

Dinner was anticlimactic, but nevertheless supremely delicious. Kristin ordered the baked scrod and shrimp combination, which arrived on a sizzling platter garnished with lemon and parsley. Rob couldn't resist the hefty filet mignon, and he wasn't disappointed – char-grilled perfectly medium rare. Both dinners came with a side of creamy scalloped potatoes that delighted the taste buds. They also indulged in another glass of champagne to accompany their gourmet meals and continue the merriment of this celebratory occasion.

When it was time to head home, Rob hailed a cab to drive them over to Cambridge. Kristin snuggled up with Rob in the back seat and was asleep by the time the cab pulled up to her apartment. Rob whispered in her ear to awaken her gently from her brief slumber.

"Would you like an escort?" Rob asked good-naturedly.

"Yes, my love, all the way to the third floor please."

"Your wish is my command."

When they reached Kristin's apartment door, Kristin squeezed Rob's hand, smiled demurely, and coaxed him inside.

"I hear angels singing, Rob. Tonight is our night!"

Rob was a little surprised, but not shocked. Rob had always respected their agreement that there would be no sex until they both felt committed. However, it would be hard to deny that they both took a pledge of commitment earlier this evening. The ring was temporary, but Kristin trusted the real ring would be forthcoming soon. Neither parents had been told, but they would call them tomorrow. The pledge had been made, and with it a flood of emotion. Indeed, tonight would be the night, and they both knew it would be wonderful!

Once inside Kristin's apartment, Rob embraced his bride-to-be with a hug and a prolonged kiss that had their tongues dancing inside each other's mouth. They both felt the ecstasy of the moment, body temps rising to hot, hot, hot. Rob threw off his suit coat and whipped the tie off his neck. Kristin kicked off her shoes and stripped off her blouse quickly over her head. Hands were massaging everywhere. It was clear where this was going.

But then Kristin stopped abruptly. "You know, Rob, tonight is our night and I want it to be really special. So before we go much further, I really want to change into something more comfortable, and more sexy, too. But first I need to take a shower. It's been a long day, and I want to be totally pretty and pleasing for you."

"No need, you're totally pretty and pleasing to me right now," Rob said while almost panting. "But no problem, I can wait, I think," Rob flashed a goofy grin. I'll just grab a beer out of the fridge and cool down."

"A beer, after those two glasses of champagne?" Kristin said lightheartedly. "Don't you fall asleep on me, or cool down too much – keep that motor running!"

"Oh, believe me, the motor is running!" Rob said facetiously. "Hurry-up!"

Kristin laughed and scampered into the bedroom, removed her clothes as quickly as she could, flipped the bathroom switch, turned on the shower as warm as it would go, and stepped into that refreshing shower.

She was barely all wet when the shower curtain was pulled back and a big, handsome guy hopped in the shower with her.

Kristin shrieked, "Rob, what are you doing?"

"I figured I needed a shower, too, so why waste water, and besides I missed you already! And I must say you do have a beautiful body!"

Before Kristin could resist, Rob reached over and pulled Kristin toward him for a very sensuous embrace. Their bodies fit as one, their moist skin softening their touch like silk on silk. With water cascading over their heads, they kissed rousingly. Rob's hands massaged Kristin's back and then cupped her nicely rounded derriere.

Kristin gasped for breath as her sensory organs screamed at her like sirens. She was loving this spontaneous hedonistic happening in the shower, especially since it was driven by true love, not forced like the Willoughby intrusions of her dark past. Her excitement with the moment was intoxicating, and she wanted more. So, when Rob suggested it was time to race to the sheets, Kristin quickly acknowledged that was a good idea.

They wasted no time stepping out of the shower. However, since there was only one towel available, Kristin gave herself a quick pass with it, then tossed the towel to Rob. Rob hurriedly toweled off his back and mid-section, then turned attention back to Kristin to help her dry off more thoroughly. They giggled as Rob moved the towel up and down over Kristin's legs and backside.

"Not sure we'll always dry each off after our showers," Rob said jokingly, "but it sure is fun."

"Maybe for you, Prince Charming, however, I do like my own towel," Kristin said with a grin and twinkle in her eye. "But if you don't mind my still wet hair, I'm ready for bed!"

They dropped their one shared towel on the bathroom floor, walked hand-in-hand into the bedroom, and eased their naked bodies into Kristin's small but cozy bed.

For a good part of the next hour, Rob and Kristin smothered each other with non-stop kissing, hugging, and erogenous massaging. As both reached a hyper high, the betrothed couple consummated their union. A deep, contented sleep followed soon thereafter.
CHAPTER 31

The next evening Rob and Kristin together called their parents to convey the happy news. While neither the Jamisons or the Andersons could pretend to be surprised, they found it easy to rejoice. Of course, both sides wanted to know immediately about the wedding plans: when, where and how many?

"Whoa, let's hit the pause button," Kristin implored. "We're only one day into this – we need some planning time."

"Fair enough," said Kristin's mom, "but since both sides of the soon-to-be extended family are from Aura, I hope you'll give serious consideration to your hometown as the venue for the big event."

"That's a reasonable point," Kristin said reflecting on her mom's strong suggestion. "There is a reason or two I would prefer somewhere else, but if we do a fall wedding, it would be hard to beat the colorful pageantry of Vermont in late September or early October."

"Sounds good to me," Rob interjected.

"Oh sure, I bet you'd be OK with next week," Kristin said sarcastically. "You guys have no idea what it takes to plan a wedding!"

"I plead guilty on that," Rob admitted, "but I vote for earlier than later, and if we all get on board to help, I'll bet we can be ready in six months, just in time for foliage season! And that might be a good time also to secure the lodge at Aura Mountain for the reception."

Harry Anderson chimed in, "That might be a good idea, Rob, but have you seen the condition of the Aura Lodge lately?"

"Yes, we saw it a few months ago when Kristin and I went skiing at Aura Mountain. Not in the best condition. Very sad. But I volunteer to meet with the owners to see what can be done."

"OK, but we better have a back-up plan. How about the Ritz-Carlton in Boston?" Kristin said for light-hearted effect.

Her dad gulped, "Don't even think about it, my darling girl. There's no money like that in our family."

"Just kidding, Dad," Kristin quickly added.

Rob jumped in, "For sure it will not be the Ritz-Carlton, but whatever we settle on, don't you worry about expenses. I've got that covered."

"Well thank you. Sounds like you and MBV are getting along great."

"Yes, things are going well, so you just relax. Kristin and I want you and Mrs. Anderson to enjoy this happy event and not fret over anything."

"Kristin, I can't believe you ever let this guy out of your sight, but we're so glad he's going to be a permanent part of your life from now on."

"Yes Dad, I agree," Kristin said with a little choke in her voice.

"Thank you for that nice comment, Mr. Anderson, but it's your daughter who is going to make me the happiest person on the planet. Now it's time to get to work. If we all agree, I will set up a meeting with the owners of Aura Lodge and see what we can do."

Kristin reflected wistfully, "A colorful autumnal wedding in early October in the picturesque Green Mountains of central Vermont. Norman Rockwell would love it!"

The next day Rob called the Aura Lodge to set up a meeting to discuss the possibilities of hosting Rob and Kristin's wedding event, plus explore other thoughts on Rob's mind. Before meeting the Aura Lodge owners, Rob intended to meet with Barry Robertson and Jerry Kline to learn more about their ideas of business development in coordination with the Aura Mountain Skiway.
CHAPTER 32

Rob planned to get together with Messrs. Robertson and Kline the first week in April, before Vermont got too thick into its spring mud season. They agreed to meet at Barry's mountainside home that following Saturday afternoon.

Barry greeted Rob warmly and invited him inside where Jerry Kline was already present. Rob exclaimed, "My goodness, you have an awesome view of Aura Mountain."

"Thank you, but I must admit I'd trade it for Jerry's awesome view of Lake Aura anytime."

They could both hear Jerry Kline chuckling about that comment as they entered the room. Jerry stood and extended his hand to Rob. "Great to see you again, Robbie. It's sure been a while since I used to watch you dazzle on the football field."

"Yes, those were great memories, especially when we won!" Rob said appreciatively.

Not one for much small talk, Barry invited all to sit and initiated the discussion saying, "Cliff Bowman actually mentioned to us your interest in our business development plan for the Aura community."

Jerry added somewhat sarcastically, "Yes, we were happy to hear someone was interested."

"I am interested, and maybe I can help, but before we discuss can you elaborate on your last comment that no one else was interested?"

Barry explained, "Others on the Aura Town Council were interested, but they're all pawns of Mayor Willoughby, and he showed little interest. It seemed like Willoughby merely tolerated our initiative to explore the possibilities but was never really serious about the outcome."

"Why was that?" Rob asked curiously.

Jerry fielded that one, "Because he's all about spending our tax revenue to take care of status quo, and even for that he keeps raising taxes. He just does not believe in or see the wisdom of investment spending to enhance the town of Aura, which would in turn increase the tax base and dramatically increase revenue."

"He won't even consider debt financing or private investment?" Rob asked curiously.

Barry replied, "No, he doesn't want to yield any control or look bad on his balance sheet,"

"Sounds like it's all about him," Rob said with clear anticipation of the answer.

Jerry lit up: "Bingo! You've hit the nail on the head," but there's little we can do about it until he's elected senator and he moves to Montpelier."

"Could that really happen, and would that be a good thing for the state of Vermont?" Rob probed.

"Yes and no," Jerry said snappily, and then explained: "Yes, it really could happen because he's got the state's democratic machine behind him, and as I assume you know, democrats reign supreme in Vermont. And no, I don't think it would be a good thing for Vermont as he would find ways to stifle growth and productivity at the state level rather than just here in Aura."

"Can he be stopped?" Rob dug deeper.

Barry responded to this one: "Not likely. As Jerry points out, he's got strong state support from many influentials in the democratic party, and he's a charmer. People who don't really know him, and his policies, are usually drawn into his web by his artful public speaking and his masterful manipulation of people."

Jerry couldn't resist adding: "And I'm not sure I would vote against him. I can't wait to see him pack his bag and move to Montpelier. Maybe then we could get some better things done here in Aura!"

"OK, well I guess that might be a good lead-in to your business development plan," Rob commented.

Jerry said, "We have no problem sharing with you some highlights of the plan, but may we ask why you're interested and why you are sufficiently motivated to drive up here on a Saturday to talk to Barry and me?"

Rob replied, "I have a deeply rooted interest in this community and I believe it has great potential, but the town needs better leadership and greater investment in its assets, which would likely need to come from external sources. I'd like to think I could help with both those needs. I can't promise anything, but I think I might be able to convince my company, Mass Bay Ventures, that there might be an investment opportunity here that should merit its serious attention. But I need to learn more about what you perceive as 'that opportunity for growth' and if there is someone in your mind who could effectively lead the initiative as the next mayor?

Jerry followed up: "That's exciting and refreshing to hear, so thank you again for taking the time and effort to talk to us. In our opinion, the keys to growth and prosperity around here revolve around Lake Aura and Aura Mountain. They're both exceptional resources that add value and appeal to our community. The lake is already enjoyed by many boating and fishing enthusiasts, but it could be even more attractive if there were a landscaped swimming area for residents and guests."

"From my experience, people already swim in Lake Aura and enjoy its crystal-clear water immensely," Rob commented.

"Yes," Jerry acknowledged, "but mostly by jumping off docks, rocks or boats. That limits the potential appeal of the lake to the broader community. A nicely sculpted, but regulated beach would add substantial appeal and value to the summer living experience in Aura. We think that added benefit to living here would significantly increase property values, which in turn would raise the tax revenue base. But admittedly, we think the biggest boon to our economy would derive from a more prosperous ski business at Aura Mountain. I'll let Barry talk about that since he lives it every day."

Barry smiled and said, "Yes, look at that beautiful mountain. It's a shame that too few people come here to ski. It's really one of the best mountains for skiing in all of Vermont. In fact, it has one of the tallest peaks and highest vertical drops of any mountain in Vermont. It doesn't have as many trails or runs as the better developed Mount Snow or Killington, but it has the charm of a big mountain that actually feels like a small mountain. You can even park your car within 150 feet of Aura Lodge – try that at Killington!"

"So, what's the problem?" Rob asked.

Barry continued, "It's partly inadequate conditions and partly lack of promotion. As you may know, the Larriman family founded and own the skiway, and still live on the mountain. They have invested a lot over the years, but with faltering income they haven't been able to keep up with technology advances or even lodge improvements. So, they are still using T-bars, and J-bars on several slopes and simple, outdated chairlifts on the higher slopes. Nothing like the high-powered, high-capacity chair lifts used at Mount Snow, Killington and Stowe. And needless to say, there's no sophisticated snowmaking systems such as you'd find at Bromley or Killington. Then there's the run-down condition of Aura Lodge, despite its magnificent fireplace. Walls need to be patched and painted, furniture needs to be upgraded, and the Lodge desperately needs new carpeting."

"Do you think it be worthwhile to upgrade all the equipment and facilities at Aura Mountain at this time?" Rob challenged.

Barry was quick to answer: "Yes it would – to catch the wave and ride it. The ski industry in Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine is growing robustly. I believe we've entered an era of rapid development for skiing as the sport has become a recreational favorite for families of all ages to enjoy during the cold, dreary winter months. And Vermont has always been at the leading edge of the skiing evolution. At last count a couple years ago, there were already 81 ski areas in Vermont and about 20 of these would be considered 'major.' No question Vermont is the vanguard of the skiing industry in New England."

"It does make sense for Vermont to be the ski industry leader given our cold, snowy winter climate and mountainous terrain, but 81 ski areas - that seems like a lot, maybe too many. How do you see that going in the future?" Rob queried.

Barry responded, "Good question. I think there will be a shake-out, especially with regard to the smaller skiways. Those will likely become strained financially and will struggle to keep up with the bigger operations. And perhaps there will be some consolidation to achieve economies of scale, such as Killington's recent acquisition of Sunday River Mountain in Maine."

"Do you think Aura Mountain is positioned well for that kind of future?" Rob asked astutely.

"It's positioned well in terms of its resources, such as its tall mountain, high vertical drop, incredibly scenic views from the summit, and very good location in central Vermont that is easily accessible from almost anywhere in the northeast. The downside is what I mentioned earlier – the need for upgrading almost everything."

"I sense you think the Larrimans won't be doing this anytime soon, if at all," Rob postulated. "Do you think they would be open to selling?"

Barry and Jerry both responded to that with an emphatic "Yes."

Rob thought about that for a moment, "This could be interesting. I'm actually meeting with the Larrimans later this afternoon. My agenda is not to discuss a potential acquisition, at least not at this meeting. It's actually to discuss hosting Kristin and my wedding reception at Aura Lodge in early October. However, I will manage to slip in a few questions about their ski business and suggest that we talk further about that at a follow-up meeting."

Barry and Jerry were smiling, and Barry quipped: "Two comments. One, congratulations – you're marrying a terrific gal; and two, make sure the Larrimans at least agree to replace the carpet before your big event!"
CHAPTER 33

John and Helen Larriman were happy to meet with Rob, and pleased that he was considering Aura Lodge for his wedding reception. As long-time residents of Aura, the Larrimans remembered well the heroics of Rob Jamison on the football field for Aura High School. They also recalled and appreciated how often Rob and his buddy, Will Bradford, used to visit the slopes for a vigorous day of skiing at Aura Mountain.

Needless to say, the conversation was totally pleasant about Rob and Kristin's wedding reception. The Larrimans especially liked the early October date, not only because it wouldn't conflict with the ski season, but also because they knew the guests would be awed by the colorful views from all perspectives. They suggested they might even hire their own photographer to take some promotional photos. Rob thought that would be a great idea and promised that he would try to make the event the highlight of the "Oktoberfest season."

The mention of "Oktoberfest" prompted laughs all around. Always a very popular time around the Aura Valley, "Oktoberfest" conjured up thoughts of endless steins of frothy beer, dancing the polka to German music, sampling an array of German schnitzels, brats, wieners and sauerkraut, and just generally having a "barrel of fun." Rob had the Larrimans in such a good mood, he thought it was a good time to ask if there could be some enhancements to Aura Lodge for the big event, like new carpeting.

John Larriman had to admit that Aura Lodge was overdue for some upgrades, and promised that they would install new carpeting for Rob and Kristin's big event.

Having survived that dicey subject successfully, Rob thought it might be a good time to engage John in a business discussion. Rob set it up by asking how the ski industry has been faring in general, and Aura Mountain in particular.

John conveyed a mixed picture. He acknowledged the ski industry was in a rapid ascent stage throughout New England, and especially in Vermont. However, he said with dismay, Aura Mountain is not keeping pace as competitive skiways like Mount Snow, Bromley, Stratton, Killington, and Stowe are investing major funds into new equipment, snowmaking systems, and upgraded facilities, but Aura Mountain cannot afford to do that. Consequently, Aura Mountain has been losing customers to these other major skiways for the past several years. He then echoed a comment that Barry Robertson made, which was that there would likely be a shake-out of the smaller, weaker operators.

Rob asked if John was concerned Aura Mountain might fall into that category, that is the "shake-out" group."

"I am concerned," John lamented, "but we're going to hang in there."

Rob countered, "Ever consider a financial partner, or a merger with another New England skiway?"

John hesitated, but then confided, "I've thought about it, but you know this is our family business, so I'm reluctant to dilute it or yield control."

"Pardon me for saying, but because it is your family business with a storied legacy, I would hope you would take whatever steps necessary to preserve it, and grow it for future generations of skiers and admirers, like me."

"Well, not to worry. We'll still be here for your big event in October, with that new carpet I promised."

"John, I want Aura Mountain to be here well beyond that, and to flourish because quite frankly, the Aura community needs Aura Mountain to be successful in order for the town to prosper as well."

"Rob, I assure you we're going to do the best we can."

"I know that, but there are times when good companies need the leverage of additional resources to become great companies. At Mass Bay Ventures, I'm working on a classic example – McDonald's. Fifteen years ago, McDonald's was just a small family-run business in Los Angeles. After Ray Croc from Chicago got involved and determined how to create capital by changing the business model and dramatically expand the customer base, McDonald's has become hugely successful and now has over 1,000 restaurants nationwide."

"What is your point, Rob?"

"My point is if you could find the right leverage resources for Aura Mountain, you could stop worrying about slipping further behind but rather worry about how to deal with booming success."

"I love your enthusiasm, Rob, but you're young, and you're a dreamer."

"I am admittedly both of those things, but would you be open to a discussion with my company, Mass Bay Ventures, about possible ways to add resources and drive growth for Aura Mountain?"

"Never hurts to listen I always say, but please don't send a phalanx of MBA types up here to talk down at me."

"What if I commit to be the team leader on this and bring no more than two associates with me to discuss the subject with you."

"I would be comfortable with that, but just make sure you are the team leader."

"I'm confident that can be arranged. But give me a couple months before getting back to you on this. We've got some studying to do back at Mass Bay Ventures before we'd be ready to address the possibilities with you. In the meantime, I'm excited about having our wedding at Aura Lodge. Kristin will be following up with more details. By the way, I should tell you now that my favorite Oktoberfest beer is Weihenstephan!" Rob said with a big Cheshire grin.

"We'll see what we can do, Rob, and Auf Wiedersehen!" John Larriman said cheerily in his best German accent as he bid good-bye.
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Rob's plan was to spend the weekend at his parent's home on Lake Aura before heading back to Boston. While there, he would also drop by to see the Andersons and update them on his meeting with the Larrimans about the availability and suitability of the Aura Lodge for the grand reception. Rob felt the day had gone well – good meetings with Barry Robertson and Jerry Kline and as well with John and Helen Larriman. He was in a very good mood, that is until he entered his parent's house.

Rob was startled to see his brother Richie sitting in the kitchen sipping a beer. "Richie, I'm surprised to see you here. No good events at UVM this weekend?"

Richie looked at his brother sheepishly and said in a muffled tone, "Bad news there, big bro. I got kicked out."

Rob's voice rose to a high-pitched sharp tone, "Kicked out, for what?"

"My friends and I got carried away with the drinking and partying and we trashed a dorm room, not my own. The campus police were not amused, and Dean Ashcroft was furious. Of course, another thing you don't know is that I received a warning last semester for quote 'rowdy' behavior, so I was already on Dean Ashcroft's watch list.

"Dude, this is seriously bad, not only because you've been black-marked out of college, but you will now be eligible for the draft and there's a really nasty war going on over there in southeast Asia. This war is not going away and if you're not careful you're going to be swept up into it."

"I know. Unfortunately, President Johnson has authorized an aggressive increase in military personnel in Vietnam, and I've already been drafted!" Richie said sadly. I must report to Fort Jackson, South Carolina for basic training in two weeks."

"Good God," Rob exclaimed, "this is bad. Please tell me your MOS is not infantry."

"Wish I could, but infantry it is."

Rob gagged, "Ugh! Well, you're just going to have to learn how to crawl low, keep your head down, and become really good friends with your M-16 rifle and bayonet. The only good news is the American people have grown very weary of America's involvement, which may help shorten our presence there. Most perceive this to be a conflict between Vietnam's north and south regions and can't understand why America is meddling in this far-away civil war. Few understand, as I do having spent almost two years there, that our cause is really a push-back on the dangerous spread of communism. Be that as it may, this is not a popular war, too many Americans have died already, the cost is outrageously high, and the American press is feeding a highly negative, cynical narrative. Even the venerable Walter Cronkite spoke sharply unfavorably about our situation there just recently on one his newscasts. So, the end may be near, at least for the U.S., which will save your ass."

"How comforting," Richie said sarcastically, reaching for another beer.

"Please pop one of those for me, too. I need to catch up!"

The two brothers enjoyed a couple brews together, relaxed, and reflected on the good times. Anything to take their minds off the Vietnam War and Richie's likely path to Saigon. It was a relief when Ralph and Patty Jamison returned home at dinner time. Rob could shift attention to a happier subject - the wedding plans, and his enjoyable meeting with the Larrimans at Aura Lodge.

Rob had been feeling conflicted about whom he should ask to be "best man" – brother Richie or good buddy Will Bradford. That conflict was now resolved, but not the way Rob would have liked. Rob just hoped Richie would be able to attend at all. Aura, Vermont could be light years away from Saigon, both in terms of miles and normalcy.

After dinner, Rob was able to get some solo time with his parents as Richie elected to retire early. They all lamented Richie's situation but realized they would just have to accept his fate and pray for the best. Ralph Jamison was a little more philosophical expressing his hope that the Army would instill some much needed discipline and help guide Richie back to that well-behaved kid he used to be. Ralph couldn't understand how Richie fell so far off track at UVM, especially since Rob had had such a praiseworthy four years there.

Rob felt compelled to defend Richie: "Dad, although your two kids came out of the same womb, we aren't clones and we experience different circumstances at each stage of our life. We need to be understanding and supportive of Richie's situation. Believe me, Richie is heading into a very tough, chaotic, and dangerous war zone in southeast Asia, and he is going to need our loving support to get through it safely and sanely."

Ralph responded quickly, "I acknowledge all that and trust me, Richie will have our full unconditional love and support. But is he really facing that much danger? I thought that war was winding down?"

"Winding down? I'd say winding sideways at best," Rob commented. "Although President Johnson did just recently declare that America would substantially reduce the present level of hostilities, LBJ is now a lame duck president. We now await new leadership to determine our country's next major steps in this exasperating war. Keep in mind, we have yet to win this war and a defeat would be a humiliating loss for America. My guess is new leadership will ramp up to get this war over. Fact is, as we speak, the number of American military personnel in Vietnam has reached a new high of 543,000, which is hardly indicative of a pull-back. Also, the war is spreading to Cambodia where the Vietnam Army and their rogue Viet Cong allies have established sanctuaries and bases for the resupply and training of their troops readying to invade South Vietnam. Meanwhile American casualties continue to mount at an alarming rate – over 40,000 U.S. military killed already and at least 130,000 more seriously wounded. So yes, Dad, Richie will be facing grave danger!"

Ralph just stared at his son, frozen in thought. How were he and Helen going to get through this scary time? More importantly, how was Richie?
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This past visit to Aura was like a roller-coaster ride – up, down, and all around. Rob was glad to be back in Boston. He checked in immediately with Kristin, and they met for a light Sunday dinner at their favorite bistro in Cambridge. He updated Kristin on the good discussion he had with the Larrimans at Aura Lodge, which pleased Kristin, but she also wanted to know all about Rob's discussion with Barry Robertson and Jerry Kline. Rob smiled and said two things:

"We three share a vision about how Aura could grow and prosper, and we're all cheering for Martin Willoughby to get out of the way, and it appears he will!"

Kristin shook her head in mock disbelief, "That shameless jerk is really going to run for the state senate?!"

Rob tossed his head back and laughed, "He's not only going to run, but he's likely to win, according to Barry and Jerry. He's got the Dem machine behind him."

"That's ironic and sad, but in a sense it's our good fortune."

"I agree but it won't be like he'll disappear from our planet. As a senator, he can still affect what happens in Aura."

"Perhaps with government, but at least the young damsels of Aura will be much safer!" Kristin said as she reached over to high-five Rob. "Does Willoughby's likely departure also help pave the way for a potential business opportunity for you and MBV?

"Yes, I believe it will help, especially if we can get the right person to be mayor of Aura. To fulfill the vision, we need town leadership that will facilitate, not impede."

"Do you, Barry and Jerry have any idea who that right person might be?"

"We do and we're working on it."

"And who would that be?"

"Cliff Bowman."

"Yes, he's a good man," Kristin said approvingly, "but he's always been an administrator rather than a leader, right?"

"That's true, but we're going to need an astute administrator to help us navigate through a labyrinth of regulations."

"Also, isn't he single, no family?"

"He's divorced, and presently single. Do you see that as a problem?"

"Not necessarily, but single and no family might suggest 'not stable,' and that might worry the voters, and perhaps should worry you."

"I'm not worried. He has a stellar track record, which should give the voters a lot of confidence, and he appears very comfortable with his single status. However, this is all premature because Cliff is not at all sure himself that he'd want to be mayor. I asked him to think about it, and he said he would."

Rob detected that Kristin was still troubled by something: "Why the troubled look?"

Kristin paused, looked away, and then shook her head: "I don't know, Rob, perhaps it's just my female wariness. A good-looking guy in his mid-30s, charming and successful, but he lives alone and never has a date, at least he didn't all the time I knew him at Town Hall."

"What are you trying to say, Kristin?"

"Nothing specific, I guess, it just seems odd and unnatural, but that's just my feeling."

"Well you know I love you the way you are, so no need to apologize, but I think you might be over-thinking this."

"You're probably right. Anyway, it's a long way to the end zone, so many yards to go, and a lot plays in between."

"Love your football analogy. Good to know you were paying attention all those years on the sidelines as a cheerleader for Aura High," Rob laughed heartily.

"Of course I was – I was watching you!" Kristin blushed.

With that Rob jumped up, scooted to the other side of the table, and gave his fiancée a smooch kiss on the lips.

"Time for we two MBV staffers to call it a night, and get ready for Monday morning," Rob pronounced good-naturedly.

"Anything special on the McDonald's menu for you tomorrow," Kristin kidded.

"As a matter of fact, yes," Rob said. "I've got an early meeting to start moving the ball down the field. I'm getting together with Jake Cromwell to discuss thoughts for my next MBV venture. If I can gain Jake's advocacy, there's a pretty good chance the ball will move forward."
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Next morning Rob met Jake at the McDonald's in downtown Boston, conveniently near the Government Center MBTA stop. After coffee and an Egg McMuffin, the two young MBV execs got down to business.

Jake sat back and listened as Rob outlined his vision and rationale for MBV to enter the ski business.

Rob set the stage by enlightening Jake about the evolution of the ski industry in Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine since World War II. Rob conveyed how people living in these cold, snowy areas had always been predisposed to skiing on snow, at first cross country skiing for mostly just getting from one place to another. However, the mountainous terrain was giving rise to a more recreational type of skiing – downhill skiing – which was energetic, fun and exhilarating, and a much needed form of pleasurable outdoor activity during the cold and bleak winter months. But it was the introduction of the chairlift that was the catalyst for dramatic growth.

As ski equipment improved, ski instructors multiplied, and chairlifts expanded, people of the northeast began flocking to the skiways, and mostly to Vermont skiways. By the mid-1960s, a total of 81 ski areas were operating in Vermont, and about 20 of these would be considered major, some with triple chairlifts capable of shuttling about 1800 skiers per hour.

Although demand for downhill winter skiing was growing, the better skiways were attracting most of the skiers. This was setting up a shake-out within the industry that was forcing the smaller skiways out of business and influencing other skiways to consider various forms of cooperation, consolidation or mergers.

The key to prosperity in this business would be to become one of the major ski areas, and then leverage that strong base to build a multi-skiway company through acquisition or merger.

Jake was listening intently and his head was nodding up and down as Rob spoke, but then said: "I think I got it. Growing demand in a young industry that is still evolving. Many players, but no dominant force. Opportunity to become an industry leader with the right assets."

Rob lit up: "That's it. You're right on target. What do you think, I mean for a potential business for MBV?"

Jake smiled and said, "Whoa, before I answer that, I do have a couple important questions: 1) How could MBV enter this business and achieve a strong base efficiently; and 2) What kind of financial performance do you think that base could generate?"

"Yes, of course, very good questions, and I've got some very good answers," Rob said reassuringly.

"I thought you might," Jake smirked. "Lay it on me!"

"First, with regard to an entry position and building a strong platform, I believe we could acquire Aura Mountain, one of the best ski mountains in central Vermont, for a relatively low sum, perhaps as little as $2 million. That is because it's a ski area that was founded and is still owned by a local family, the Larriman family, who had neither the foresight nor the resources to invest for the mountain's future. Consequently, while the Larrimans ran a fun skiway for many years, their skiway did not keep up with the fast-paced technology improvements. Also, the Larrimans were not inclined to invest in marketing to reach and influence the surge of new skiers. The old regulars continue to ski at Aura Mountain, but the majority of new skiers, who are driving the growth of this industry, are going to other skiways that offer more groomed trails, advanced equipment like triple chairlifts, a staff of ski instructors, and a modern base lodge for après ski."

"I recently met with the owners, John and Helen Larriman. Lovely people but advancing quickly toward retirement age. I believe John Larriman is painfully aware that his Aura Mountain is slipping behind the competition and that he would be receptive to a business proposition that not only preserved his life's work but allowed it to flourish for the future."

Jake countered, "OK, but if Aura Mountain has slipped badly, why do you think it could serve as a solid platform for MBV to build upon?"

"Because the fundamental elements for success are already there. Aura Mountain is appealing in so many superior ways versus the other major skiways. Aura is a big mountain with a large vertical drop and arguably has the best views from the summit than any skiway in northern New England. And although it is a big mountain, it actually feels like a small mountain. You can even park your car within 150 feet of Aura Lodge in its convenient parking area. And Aura Lodge, although admittedly rundown and in dire need of new carpeting and upgraded restaurant facilities, projects classic New England charm with its post and beam architecture, picturesque views of the mountain from all sides, and a huge, fieldstone and granite fireplace that can warm the chill off the most frozen skier. Also, Aura Mountain is ideally located in central Vermont, easily accessible via major roads from virtually all northeastern cities."

Jake had to agree Aura Mountain sounded good, but pressed Rob further on his conviction that Aura Mountain could be a successful venture for MBV: "Rob, as appealing as it sounds, you have to admit there would be a significant capital expense to bring the Aura skiway up to speed with competition, and for sure a major investment in marketing to make skiing prospects aware of its attractive features."

Rob nodded, "Yes, I figure the needed capital infusion upfront would be about 50% of the acquisition price, or about $1 million. Of course, that expense can be amortized for tax purposes. The marketing expense might be another $1 million, but that funding would be covered from on-going revenue. And once we get the skiway shaped up, I think Aura Mountain could eventually accommodate at least 5,000 skiers per day in season, which should translate to about $1,500,000 revenue per week or about $30,000,000 for the season, and those estimates could be very conservative if the town of Aura performs its part well.

"Those are decent figures," Jake acknowledged, "but how does the town of Aura come into play to potentially drive up those numbers?"

"No other major skiway in Vermont is positioned as well as Aura Mountain with a resource-rich valley community at its base. I think the town of Aura could become New England's answer to Utah's Park City, on a smaller scale of course. If we get the right kind of leadership with the Aura Town Council and new mayor, Aura Mountain and the town of Aura could work together to produce a powerhouse leisure community with a vibrant town village, first class restaurants, hotels and B&Bs, and vacation home opportunities all around Aura Mountain and beautiful Lake Aura."

"Wow, you really do have panoramic vision for this venture!" Jake exclaimed.

"Not done yet!" Rob proclaimed. "I've only outlined the base plan. Once we've accomplished that well, we'll be in a stronger position to make deals with other skiways. Ultimately, I'd like to see MBV own multiple skiways or better yet become a ski industry conglomerate. I think the potential is huge!"

"OK, you've got me interested," Jake said. "Next step will be to work with our business development group to put all your ideas into a presentation to the MBV Executive Committee. Then, who knows, we may all be skiing at Aura Mountain!"

"And buying a vacation home on Lake Aura!" Rob said with a wink.
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Rob wittily titled his presentation "Aura of a Mountain" and it was scheduled with the MBV Executive Committee for June 14. Rob thought it was actually a good omen that his presentation would occur on "Flag Day," which has been celebrated ever since President Woodrow Wilson proclaimed June 14 as "National Flag Day" in 1916. Rob recalled fondly when he was in the sixth grade, his class traveled one hour by bus to Troy, NY to view the largest annual "Flag Day" parade in the U.S. There were over 50,000 spectators there who were all pumped with patriotic fervor. Rob was hoping he could get the MBV Executive Committee similarly pumped for his "parade" that day! He thought it would be cool to place a small flag pen with each copy of the written presentation in honor of "Flag Day."

Before that mid-June day arrived though, Rob wanted to have another meeting with John Larriman. Since the Memorial Day holiday allowed a nice, long weekend, Rob and Kristin drove to Lake Aura for a visit with their parents, and a Saturday afternoon meeting with the Larrimans. Rob introduced Kristin to John and Helen Larriman, and they were immediately charmed. Helen gave Kristin a private tour around Aura Lodge. They stopped for a long pause in the Vermont Room, the main banquet hall, and visualized how the wedding reception would be set up. Kristin asked if there would be ample room for dancing. Helen assured there would be unless Kristin was inviting more than 150 people. Kristin shook her head vigorously and said, "No, no, no. The number would be closer to 80." Helen agreed that was a comfortable number.

Helen also helped Kristin sort through the menu offerings, including hors d'oeuvres, salads, entrees, and desserts. Helen graciously offered to host Kristin and Rob for a special dinner with their parents before the wedding to sample several of the items Kristin thought would be the best candidates for the "big day." Kristin loved that idea, and they set a date for Saturday of Labor Day weekend.

While Helen and Kristin were in heavy planning mode in the Vermont Room, John Larriman and Rob slipped outside to chat about another subject, one of heavy significance. Rob asked John if he'd given thought to Aura Mountain's status over the next 5-10 years. John acknowledged that he was concerned for Aura Mountain's future and that his two children, who lived on the west coast, were not interested in taking over. John said he had given some thought to selling, but he was too emotionally wedded to Aura Mountain to follow through on any of those thoughts.

Rob sensed an opening. "What if you could partner with someone you trusted who has strong ties to the Aura community?"

"That would help," John admitted. "Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Yes – me!" Rob said enthusiastically. "That is, me and my company, Mass Bay Ventures."

John was taken aback, but curious: "What exactly do you mean, Rob?"

Rob explained the best he could: "I have no specific proposal as we speak, but I would like to suggest to my company that we seriously consider working with you to establish a platform for our company to enter into the ski business. We'd obviously need to have several discussions with you to determine a mutually agreeable way to work together, but if it's OK with you I'd like to tee that up with my company."

"Would you personally be involved in anything your company and I might do together?" John wanted to know before responding.

"Yes, I assure you if we were to get together in some sort of venture, I would be taking a lead role. In fact, if it worked out how I envision, Kristin and I would seriously consider moving back here so that we could devote full time to Aura Mountain."

"Is that so?" John said in a neutral tone. "And what is that vision that you see?"

Rob hedged, trying carefully not to get pinned down: "Only that I would be heavily involved with you managing our venture together, whatever that might turn out to be. It could be like a franchise deal, or a 50/50 joint venture, or an MBV investment in a new company that you and I might establish, or even a straightforward buy-out. I would be actively involved in any of those scenarios, but the final structure of any deal would depend greatly on your outlook and personal interests."

John appreciated how flexible Rob appeared to be in his thinking, since John himself had given little thought up to now about doing any sort of deal with anyone. He liked Rob, and he had confidence that Rob would be sensitive, tactful, and practical in any negotiation. "OK Rob, I'm open to discussion, but remember I do expect you to take the lead."

That was music to his ears. Rob could see those flags waving on "Flag Day."

"For sure, John, I will take the lead. Let's plan to get together shortly after the 4th of July holiday. I'd like to bring 1-2 associates with me to our first meeting if OK with you?"

"Yes, that would be fine. I'm pretty sure we can find a slow ski day around that time," John said light-heartedly.
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Rob, Jake Cromwell, and Todd Dalton from the MBV Business Development team, entered the Board Room to set up for Rob's "Aura of a Mountain" presentation on this June 14 Flag Day. In recognition of this special day, Rob, Jake and Todd were all wearing a red, white and blue tie and blue blazer and they placed a "flag pen" on the conference table for each of the MBV Executive Committee members.

Rob welcomed all the Executive Committee members and wished them a happy "Flag Day." Rob said his presentation today, while not about the American flag per se, was about an opportunity that had grown in the U.S. like the stars on our flag:

"A brave and relentless nation had survived WWII and now sought recreation that was fun, revitalizing, and family-oriented, especially during the cold, snowy, bleak months of winter. People of all ages discovered skiing as their elixir for good times all winter. By the mid-1950's, major skiways in Vermont, including most notably Mount Snow, Killington, and Stowe, were starting to attract crowds of new skiers. By the mid-1960's there were 81 large and small ski areas in Vermont alone. New Hampshire and Maine were also developing popular ski areas, but Vermont was leading the way. Why Vermont, the least populated state on our flag (except Wyoming)? It's mostly because Vermonters adopted and cultivated skiing well ahead of the post war boom. Due to its cold and snowy climate and rugged Green Mountains terrain, Vermonters embraced skiing in the early 1900's as a wholesome outdoor activity that was good for the mind and the body...and it helped distract from the dreary days of winter!"

Rob made the case emphatically that the ski industry is poised to grow robustly and MBV could profit substantially if the company made good investments now, similarly to what happened in the fast food business with McDonalds and in the discount department store business with Walmart. Rob positioned Aura Mountain as the potential "McDonalds of northeast skiing!"

Building on the McDonald's analogy, Rob proposed: "Contemporize it, nurture it, promote it and customers will drive in droves to the Aura skiway like they're doing all over Boston to get a Big Mac and fries at McDonald's. Aura Mountain could have that same kind of drawing power if we develop its richly endowed assets. Aura Mountain is one of the tallest and most picturesque mountains in the northeast. It is bordered by a charming village at its base that also cradles one of the most beautiful lakes you'll ever see, Lake Aura."

He closed his preamble with the bold vision he shared previously with Jake, "If properly developed, I believe Aura, with its magnificent mountain and scenic lake community, could become a magnet tourist town, for both winter and summer, somewhat like Park City at the base of Utah's Wasatch Mountains. The major stakeholders would profit handsomely and be in a strong position to leverage its success with other synergistic deals."

One could almost hear a humming sound around the conference room. Rob had their attention. The execs were interested.

Todd Dalton stood up and said, "OK, gentlemen, let's look at some numbers." Todd proceeded to outline what kind of investment MBV would need to make in Aura Mountain to gain a controlling interest and make much needed capital improvements in the operation. Todd also presented what the P&L might look like in years 1-5 after those improvements: pessimistic, optimistic and most likely scenarios.

The numbers looked favorable, but as any good businessman knows, a plan is only as good as its execution, which is why MBV's Chief Financial Officer, George Franklin, was quick to ask, "So, how would this get done, Rob? I mean, if we go ahead with this initiative, who's going to lead it, manage it, make it all happen?"

Rob responded, "I would take the lead, that is I propose that I become the general manager for this MBV project. I can't estimate how many people we'll need to hire until we settle on a business arrangement with John Larriman, but for sure we'll need an MBV support team. I think it would be ideal if Todd Dalton served as the chief financial analyst on the project since he's already very familiar with the details, as you saw this morning. And it would be terrific if Jake could serve as the business development manager. Additionally, I would need an administrative assistant, and I know a really good one," Rob smiled. "Kristin and I would plan to locate in Aura, but I see no need for Todd or Jake to relocate."

CFO Franklin appeared impressed but deferred to his colleagues for other questions. Hearing none, he looked down the end of the table to CEO Bob Cromwell, "What do you think, Bob?"

Bob Cromwell reflected, "I like the sound of it. I think it's promising. We need to get the right kind of deal with John Larriman, but I'm sensing Rob is confident on that. If you're OK with those financial projections, George, I'm OK moving to the next step. I also like the MBV business team that Rob has outlined. However, Rob, I would ask that you report directly to Senior VP Alex Stephens. Alex has a fair amount of personal experience with this subject. You may not know it, but Alex was a top rated collegiate skier at Dartmouth and I can assure you he is familiar with many of the ski areas in Vermont and New Hampshire."

"I didn't know that, but what a great addition to this team – thank you."

Bob Cromwell responded, "Very well done today. Now go get us a winning deal."

Rob sailed out of the conference room. "Flag Day" had indeed been a good omen. Rob had heard that the annual "Flag Day" parade in nearby Quincy is the longest-running parade of its kind in the nation, and he was determined that he and Kristin would spend the afternoon celebrating at that Quincy parade.
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Rob and Kristin had already set that "sampler dinner" at Aura Lodge with the Larrimans for Saturday, July 5. That would give Rob another opportunity to "schmooze" with John Larriman before their important business meeting, which Rob had set up for that following Monday. Jake Cromwell and Todd Dalton would be driving up to Aura Mountain from Boston that the morning to join Rob.

The "sampler dinner" was a big hit with the Andersons and the Jamisons. Helen Larriman had arranged for the event to take place in one of the private rooms on the main floor of Aura Lodge. There were two different salads: a conventional garden salad and a penne pasta salad. Three different entrees: roasted rosemary chicken, pork tenderloin with baked cinnamon apple slices, and sautéed hanger steak with peppers and onions. Two different desserts: peach pie with vanilla ice cream, and a strawberry sorbet with cookies. And a couple wines to try: a California cabernet, and an Oregon pinot gris. To say the least, Rob, Kristin and their parents had a fabulous time sampling all the delicacies, plus the wines, and did not leave the table hungry or thirsty. The difficult part would be deciding which pairings to serve at the wedding reception. A fun problem to have.

After the dinner, Rob did have a chance to sequester John Larriman for a few minutes. Rob was surprised to learn that John was actually anxious about their upcoming business meeting on Monday. He wasn't sure himself how he wanted that meeting to go. He promised he would keep an open mind, but he urged Rob to be sensitive to the deep emotional feelings he had for his Aura Mountain.

Rob reflected on that brief conversation considerably. He was seriously rethinking the approach they should pursue for their meeting. On Sunday, he called Jake and Todd to discuss the options. Perhaps it was not the right time to suggest outright acquisition. Perhaps the smartest approach would be to lead with the 50/50 joint venture option, which was going to be their back-up option. Based on this plan, they would create a JV Board of four (two from each partner), establish Rob as President and General Manager, but allow John Larriman to hold the top position as Chairman and CEO. The Board would give day-to-day operating control to Rob as General Manager, but all capital expenditures greater than $100,000 would need CEO and Board approval. Furthermore, MBV would have right of first refusal to buy John Larriman's 50% equity whenever tendered. If not tendered within five years, MBV would have right to acquire that 50% at an independently appraised price. Since John would be turning 65 within five years, Rob, Jake and Todd felt the five-year time frame should be comfortable and acceptable to John. The MBV team believed it would probably take about five years to fulfill the envisioned improvements and growth phase, so MBV would also be comfortable with a five-year arrangement. This option increasingly felt like a win-win proposition. The MBV team was ready.

At lunch on Monday at the Hob Nob, the MBV team reviewed its notes and presentation for the 2 pm meeting with John Larriman and his long-time CFO/accountant, Jeff Manley. Rob would present the vision: how MBV viewed the present and the future of the ski business in New England; the opportunity for Aura Mountain to become a larger, more prosperous factor in this business by implementing an aggressive action plan; and the rationale for MBV's long-term interest. Jake would introduce the proposed business arrangement, which would take the form of a 50/50 Joint Venture initially. Todd would conclude with the numbers: the MBV offer for 50% equity in the JV and a five-year pro-forma P&L for the JV business that assumed all the proactive operational and marketing actions outlined by Rob.

John Larriman appeared pleased with the MBV presentation. He complimented the MBV team on its thorough homework, exciting vision, and interesting business proposal. He said he was especially pleased the MBV team didn't barge in with a bull dozer presentation intended to knock down Aura Mountain and try to "steal it" away from him. He said he was also pleased that MBV would allow Rob to take a very active role in the management of Aura Mountain going forward, and that the five-year time frame seemed reasonable given his own thinking about retirement. He concluded by saying he needed to review all the numbers with his close confidant, Jeff Manley, and confer with his lawyer about the proposed JV structure and operating procedures.

Jake Cromwell thanked John for his thoughtful comments and reiterated MBV's sincere interest in working together with John and the Aura team to achieve a greater success than either company could do by itself. Jake suggested a follow-up meeting around the first of August.

John Larriman chuckled and said, "I don't know if I can make that. You know I have a big wedding to prepare for."

All laughed and appreciated the light-hearted humor of the moment.

John followed-up with, "Seriously, early August should be OK. That will allow me sufficient time to consider all the ramifications of our possible arrangement. I will call Rob when I feel ready to meet again. I promise I won't let this linger. I'm excited about this, too."
CHAPTER 40

Rob, Jake and Todd returned to the Hob Nob after the meeting to debrief. It was felt by all that their debriefing session would be greatly facilitated by a pitcher of a cool, frothy brew. Rob suggested they try one of Vermont's fledgling craft beers, which were staring to become popular in local Vermont pubs. Resounding agreement, and all enjoyed.

Jake and Todd complimented Rob for his good instincts on how to best to approach John Larriman at this meeting. Clearly, the MBV group made John Larriman feel comfortable and confident that MBV would work harmoniously and in good faith to reach a mutually agreeable arrangement. All agreed it was a successful meeting and that they could report back to the MBV Executive Committee that a deal was in the offing. It would just take a little time and fine-tuning to get it done.

Jake and Todd headed back to Boston with that good news, while Rob rejoined Kristin at the Anderson's home for a pleasant family dinner. Betty Anderson was still enthralled with her new kitchen and loved cooking. That was A-OK with Rob, who always brought a healthy appetite to the table, and was never disappointed by one of Betty's delectable meals. In fact, after his very positive meeting with John Larriman, he just might celebrate with a little extra helping tonight.

After dinner Rob relaxed with Kristin and recounted the highlights of his afternoon meeting with John Larriman. Kristin curled up on the couch with her fiancé and was feeling that all was right with the world. All was right at that moment, but unfortunately that feeling would dramatically change by morning.

The knock on the Jamison's door at 7:30 am startled everyone. Rob had already showered and shaved and was half-dressed as he prepared for an early drive back to Boston. His Dad was preoccupied in the kitchen with the newspaper. Mrs. Jamison was awake, but still resting in bed. Rob quickly finished dressing and approached the door. A dignified looking, impeccably dressed military officer stood stiffly and solemnly outside that front door. Upon opening the door, Rob recoiled reflexively as if zinged by an electrical shock. Catching his breath, Rob looked back at the soldier who was there to deliver a message that Rob knew instinctively was not a message that he wanted to hear.

"I'm Lieutenant George Howell and I have some news about Private First Class Rich Jamison that I need to discuss with his family. May I come in?"

"Yes, of course," Rob said reluctantly but politely. "Please be seated in our living room on the couch over there. I'll alert my father and mother that you're here to share news about Richie. How bad is it?"

"The news is not good, but at least it's not the worst news that I could be delivering. If you don't mind, I'll wait until your mother and father have joined us to elaborate further."

"I understand. Allow me a few moments to prepare them about your visit, and we'll be in shortly."

"Thank you, take your time."

The Jamisons entered the room about 10 minutes later. Patty Jamison looked pale white as if frightened by a ghost. Ralph Jamison extended his hand to greet Lieutenant Howell, but not with his usual firm grasp. His shoulders were stooped and he stared blankly. The apprehension of the moment was overbearing.

Lieutenant Howell motioned everybody to be seated, and then began to explain his visit. "Unfortunately, I must advise you that PFC Rich Jamison was severely wounded three days ago in an intense battle with the North Vietnamese Army. He's presently in a coma, but alive. He was airlifted to a hospital in Saigon and getting good care. However, he has serious leg and head wounds sustained in a mortar attack, and I must tell you he may not survive."

Patty Jamison choked up. She could feel her stomach churning and she thought she might vomit. She put her hand over her mouth and quickly left the room. Rob followed her to console and comfort his mom. Showing concern and understanding, Lieutenant Howell suggested they all take a time-out to wait for Mrs. Jamison to return. Ten minutes later Rob and Patty Jamison returned to the living room but Mrs. Jamison still looked terribly shaken. Nevertheless, she was composed enough to offer her apologies to Lieutenant Howell and urged him to continue.

"No apologies needed, Mrs. Jamison," Lieutenant Howell said empathetically. "I realize my visit and my unfortunate report about your son is both shocking and gut-wrenching. I'm here to help in any way I can."

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Mrs. Jamison said weakly but appreciatively.

Ralph Jamison then asked anxiously, "Lieutenant, what are his chances? Should we get over there to see him?"

"That wouldn't be practical, sir. However, when he comes out of his coma, assuming he does, we can set up a phone call for you and family with PFC Jamison."

"That would be much appreciated, but what can we do in the meantime?"

"Praying would help, but there is nothing more you can do presently. If the medical team needs any family information, or if there is an adverse development, I or someone else in the chain of command will contact you. In the meantime, just try to relax and not worry. I assure you Private First Class Jamison is in good hands. And by the way, he will most likely get a special medal for heroism, the Military Merit Medal, which is awarded to an enlisted man who has distinguished himself by heroic actions."

"Good grief, I guess that's a good thing, but it's probably what got him nearly killed," Ralph Jamison lamented.

Lieutenant Howell shook his head, "No, this is what exceptionally well-trained, noble, caring people do when confronted with crisis – help others. Your son responded to the call of urgency, fought the enemy vigorously and then rescued several men in his unit who were in serious trouble on an adjacent hill. You should be very proud of your son."

"Are you at liberty to share any details of that situation?"

Lieutenant Howell responded, "I do have a little knowledge about the battle he was in. The Army refers to it as 'The Battle of Fire Support Base Ripcord.' It was actually a covert operation in the mountains overlooking the A Shau Valley in South Vietnam. However, the North Vietnamese Army evidently discovered our activities there, which was intended to block the Ho Chi Minh Trail, and launched a mortar attack on July 1. The Americans fought valiantly from four hilltops, but they were surrounded and outnumbered by nearly ten to one and suffered many casualties, your son being one of them, but not until PFC Jamison had single-handily saved several lives."

"Well of course we are very proud of Rich, but right now we're stunned and upset by this news. Will we be kept informed of his status, and how?" Ralph Jamison asked.

"I will keep you informed as best I can," Lieutenant Howell assured. "We receive frequent medical report updates. If there is any change to your son's condition, I will call you. Furthermore, as I said before, when Rich regains consciousness, I will arrange a long-distance phone conference so that you can talk directly to your son."

"That would be wonderful and very much appreciated – thank you!" Ralph Jamison said sincerely. Patty Jamison, who still looked pale, and Rob both nodded their appreciation as well.

Lieutenant Howell stood as he prepared to take his leave, but first he walked over to Patty Jamison, gave her a big hug, and said thoughtfully, "Try not to worry, Mrs. Jamison. Your son is getting first class medical aid and attention. All that can be done is being done. Strong soldiers like your son can pull through this."

"Thank you, Lieutenant, for your compassion and caring," Patty Jamison said softly as tears welled in her eyes.

Lieutenant Howell shook hands with Ralph Jamison and Rob and departed. The family stood in place too stunned to speak, but Ralph finally said: "That was an impressive young man who does justice to the uniform he wears."

Rob said, "Agreed. I just hope the medical personnel in Saigon are as impressive as he is."
CHAPTER 41

The Jamison family spent a few moments trying to recover from the shock and horror of this early morning news. Lots of hugs, and more tears from Patty. Rob said he would drop everything to join his parents on that phone conference to Rich when it was arranged.

Rob had to get back to Boston, but first he had to pick up Kristin at the Anderson's home. Rob knew Kristin would be wondering why Rob was late but he just couldn't call her. He would explain in person, in the car, en route back to Boston. He needed the distraction of driving to tell this news to Kristin. He needed to stay composed, hold it together. He was on the edge of breaking down.

As they drove, and Rob conveyed the grim news about Rich, Kristin gasped at the horror of it. However, Kristin quickly pivoted to compassion when she saw how distraught Rob was, and how difficult it was for him to share this awful news with her. She leaned over toward him, resting her head on his shoulder and said sweetly, "My darling, I am so, so sorry. I will be praying for Richie's recovery. Our two families will come together, as always, and we will pull through this."

Not much else was said for the balance of the ride back to Boston. Sad silence. Both thinking about Rich, but no need or desire to talk about it. There's nothing one can do now. It's like a bad storm – just hunker down and hope that it passes without doing damage. But if it does, you deal with it.

It was a totally different atmosphere back at MBV. Upon arriving, Rob got high-fives all around as news of the successful meeting with John Larriman had spread throughout the office. Rob tried to conceal his emotional distress, but it was obvious to many at MBV that Rob was not as cheerful with the high-fives as everyone else.

Noticing this, Jake Cromwell conferred with Kristin and learned of Rob's very unsettling news about his brother. About an hour later, Rob was called to Bob Cromwell's office. Jake was already there. Bob put his arm around Rob, expressing his own sympathetic feelings for what he knew was a devastating blow to the gut. He assured Rob that his MBV family would be there to help in any way it could.

Jake suggested they take some time out for a relaxing lunch at La Cantina in the North End. Teammate Todd would join them. Jake thought it would be a good way to decompress and regain focus. Jake was right.

It was a leisurely lunch spaced with several Budweisers and traditional North End delicacies: fried calamari with a spicy tomato sauce, veal parmigiana, spaghetti with Bolognese sauce, and spumoni cake to sweeten the palate.

The lunch proved to be good therapy. Jake and Todd were successful diverting Rob's attention to other subjects. They talked sports reflecting on the great Boston Bruins Stanley Cup win that past spring with Bobby Orr leading the way. But then there was the disappointing Red Sox mid-season swoon, although Carl Yastrzemski was doing his best imitation of Ted Williams by leading the American League in batting. And who couldn't be excited about the Beatles new hits this year with the wildly popular "Let it Be" album and #1 single "The Long and Winding Road." Rob had to admit he liked those Beatles, and Kristin liked them so much she was lobbying hard for the Beatles hit song "All You Need Is Love" to be their wedding song.

The guys picked up on that last comment and started quizzing Rob about the "big wedding." Rob confirmed the date would be Saturday, October 3 at Aura Lodge and they were both invited, but only if they liked German beer since there would be an Oktoberfest theme. Todd stood up abruptly and exclaimed "We love das bier!" Jake jested further, "And I will wear my best lederhosen and knee-length socks!"

All laughed heartily. Rob was back.

The following day, Rob gave a full briefing to Senior VP Alex Stephens, Rob's assigned immediate supervisor for the "Aura" project. Alex was pleased that John Larriman liked MBV's proposed deal structure, but cautioned Rob that Larriman and his accountant, Jeff Manley, would likely counter with a higher valuation for the 50% equity position than MBV had assumed. Alex said he would talk to contacts he had who are more familiar with ski mountain valuations, most notably at Killington and Stowe. Alex stressed that Rob needed to be prepared with comparative data to make a cogent argument for MBV's price offering. Alex was also concerned about timing: "Don't let grass grow, or maybe more appropriately snow fall between meetings," Alex advised. "Always assume a sense of urgency, especially when the other side has already indicated positive interest."

Rob appreciated Alex's input. Genuinely helpful without any condescension. Rob really liked his MBV boss.

Rob huddled with his team, Jake and Todd. They agreed to study more financial options, and to accelerate the next meeting with John Larriman. Rob would make a call to Larriman to suggest an earlier than Aug 1 meeting.

Larriman agreed to a July 24 meeting at Aura Lodge. Rob could feel the momentum, and it was exhilarating. He was now thinking they might get this deal done before the big wedding day of October 3. What a grand celebration day that would be!

That evening, Kristin brought Rob back down to earth. Much to do, including invitations, reception favors, rehearsal dinner planning, wedding party designees, wedding gown and bridesmaid dresses, rings, etc. "This weekend must be a full-court press wedding planning weekend!" Kristin pleaded. "Please make no other plans!"

Rob chuckled, but said seriously: "I'm in, I'm yours, all weekend!"

That promise stood for a few minutes, until the phone rang.

It was Ralph Jamison, and he was excited. "Richie has regained consciousness! Lieutenant Howell is setting up a phone conference with us for Saturday morning at 9 am our time, which would be 8 pm Saigon time. Can you both be here for that call?"

"Yes, of course we will be there!" Rob said emphatically, looking at Kristin who was nodding her head vigorously while wiping a tear of joy from her eye.
CHAPTER 42

It was Saturday morning, and everyone was up early at the Jamison household. Kristin had already made her way there from the Anderson house, and was sipping her third cup of coffee. There was a palpable sense of anticipation, and anxiety, as all waited for the 9 am call from Saigon.

The phone rang at 9:05 am. Ralph Jamison answered and immediately pressed the speaker button so all could hear and speak. A military doctor greeted them and introduced everyone in the room at his end.

"Hello, I'm Major Harold Chapman, M.D., primary care doctor for your son." He spoke in a deep tone and sounded very authoritative. "I'm here with Captain Larry Grafton, M.D., an orthopedic surgeon who will talk with you shortly, and Nurse Rita Williams who has been caring non-stop for your son since he arrived here. And, of course, your son PFC Rich Jamison who is lying comfortably here, at least I hope comfortably, in this luxurious military hospital bed," Dr. Chapman said with a little chuckle to lighten the mood.

Dr. Chapman continued, "Rich has had a rough week. Hero that he is, he arrived here in bad shape. As I believe you know, he was unconscious for several days so we were limited as to what we could do. However, we were able to extract a lot of shrapnel from his head, torso and legs, which was the result of a mortar shell that exploded frighteningly close to him. Frankly, he is a lucky man to be lying here alive, alert, and able to speak to you today. After he regained consciousness, we had to advise Rich that his left leg was shattered badly. It was also hemorrhaging and infected. There was a high risk of gangrene. To save the rest of his body, we strongly recommended amputating the leg, which Rich agreed was the best course of action. That operation was done yesterday by Doctor Grafton, and I'll let him speak to that."

Dr. Grafton spoke next: "The amputation surgery went smoothly but we had to amputate above the knee, about mid-thigh. We expect Rich will suffer no side effects, other than the obvious that he will need to learn to walk with only one leg. However, before he leaves here he will be fitted with a temporary prosthesis and be given initial training. He will need to work on that for several months to develop his leg strength and maneuverability with the temporary prosthesis, but that's standard and shouldn't be a problem. When he returns to the States, he will be fitted with a permanent prothesis and of course continue with his rehabilitative conditioning. Otherwise, you have a healthy, determined soldier here who is ready to resume his life, but not on the battlefield. He'll be coming home to you soon."

Dr. Chapman asserted appreciatively: "Thank you Dr. Grafton for your comments, and especially for your successful surgery. Now I think it's time we hear from our star patient. Rich, are you up to saying a few words to your admiring audience back home?"

Rich smiled and said, "Of course. Hello everyone. I'm doing OK. A little short on leg power, but at least my head is still attached, and as far as I know, it's still functioning as it's supposed to."

Dr. Chapman interjected: "Your head is fine. Probably needs some fresh Vermont air to clear out some of that battle fuzziness, but it's working just fine."

Rich continued, "Yes, I am really looking forward to feeling the crisp, clean air around Lake Aura again. I would jump in that lake as soon as I got home, but I think I need to learn a different swim technique now. And, I can't imagine how I'll be able to ski down Aura Mountain, but I will find a way!"

Rob spoke first: "You will find a way, because you'll have a tremendous support group to help you find that way. And even if you can't ski as much as you'd like, you can help others enjoy the sport as you'll have a major role working at Aura Mountain."

"Don't know what you mean by that, big bro, but if I had a good job at Aura Mountain I'd be a very happy ex-soldier."

"Trust me, you will, but I will elaborate on that when you get home. Just relax, and don't worry about it."

Ralph Jamison jumped in: "Son, we love you and we can't wait for you to return home. Thank God you're OK."

"Yeah Dad, I'm OK, a little short on the limbs, but OK. And I can't wait to get home, too. Is Mom there? Please tell her I miss her sugar-coated blueberry muffins so much I ache."

Mrs. Jamison, choking back the tears, spoke lovingly: "I'm here, my darling, and I miss you and love you. Please come home soon so I can hug and pamper you. You'll have more blueberry muffins, blueberry pancakes, and blueberry waffles than you can handle."

"Try me – I love that challenge. Never enough blueberries! I love you, too, Mom. Can't wait to get home."

Kristin greeted: "Hi future brother-in-law, hurry home. We need you for a big wedding that we're planning. If your brother ever gets around to naming his groomsmen, I'm sure you'll have a place in that line!"

"Rob quickly added: "Yes, at the head of that line!"

It was a warm, wonderful call. The family felt good, so relieved to hear Rich's voice and to be assured he was doing OK. It was unclear when Rich would be returning home, but the really good news was he would be coming home!
CHAPTER 43

Rob, Jake and Todd were well prepped for the July 23 meeting with John Larriman. They were confident they could address any issue that Larriman raised. Good thing because Larriman raised a big one right upfront – the valuation of the 50% equity. Just as Alex Stephens had cautioned, Larriman indicated that he and his accountant, Jeff Manley, believed strongly that the 50% equity was worth substantially more than the initial estimates of MBV, specifically three times as much.

Rob and Todd listened calmly and then turned attention to the comp data that they had prepared, again thanks to Alex Stephens and his contacts.

Rob stepped up to set the stage. "John, would you agree that Aura Mountain Skiway would not be valued as highly as Killington or Stowe at this time?"

Without even looking at his accountant/financial adviser, Larriman nodded and said, "Yes, I'd have to agree with that."

With that said, Todd rose to place several charts in front of Larriman and Manley. "These are current valuations of Killington and Stowe worked up by independent analysts of the ski industry. As you can see, these valuations are actually lower than the figure you have presented us this morning. We would also contend that the Aura valuation should be no higher than 40% of the Killington and Stowe numbers based on their reported revenue and estimated number of skiers paying to use those respective mountains."

"Ouch," said John Larriman. "Jeff and I would need to study and reflect on this before changing our position, but what specifically are you proposing?"

Todd paused, looked at John and Jeff and said sincerely, "We think together we can develop the Aura Mountain business significantly, especially with MBV investment and MBV talent including Rob and Jake. However, at this point in time, MBV believes our 50% equity would be worth $1.2 million. If the business responds as we believe it will, our 50% equity positions should be worth considerably higher in five years, assuming that is your retirement planning date."

"That would be the plan, and a major reason I'm considering this," Larriman stated. He then asked, "Would you be willing to guarantee a higher valuation for my remaining 50% in five years?"

Todd responded, "We would be willing to guarantee a number that is higher than the upfront valuation, but not necessarily reflective of how high we think we can actually drive it in five years."

Seeking clarification and confirmation, Larriman asked, "So are you saying $1.2 million upfront for the first 50% share, and a guaranteed $1.2 million plus a stipulated premium for the other 50% share?"

"That's right, a minimum 5% premium per year. Furthermore, we would also agree to having an independent valuation of that 50% equity when you are ready to step down. Our hope and expectation would be that such independent valuation would be higher than the $1.2 million plus the 5% premium per year so that you would do even better than the guaranteed amount."

John Larriman smiled and said sagely, "Got it, and it sounds reasonable, except for that low-side $1.2 million upfront. I know I should be discussing this later with Jeff, but I am bullish on this JV concept, so I'd have to say I'm willing to accept that deal structure as long as you set the upfront valuation at $1.5 million."

Todd looked at Rob and Jake and motioned they confer privately. "John, let's take a short break while I discuss this with my colleagues."

This was gamesmanship. Alex Stephens had already pre-approved going as high as $1.5 million, but Todd wanted to set the bar lower to allow for unforeseen contingencies. After their caucus, Todd, Rob and Jake agreed they should offer $1.3 million for the upfront 50% equity.

When they reassembled after the break, Todd presented that adjusted number to John Larriman, saying "John, we want this to work, and we want to get moving on this opportunity as soon as possible, therefore, we have decided in good faith we will make that upfront offer $1.3 million for our 50%."

John Larriman sat back and looked at Jeff Manley for his response. Jeff cupped his hands and said resignedly, "John, this is your business and your life, so that decision is yours to make, not mine."

John Larriman paused, nodded his head, and said with conviction: "Make it $1.35 million, and we got a deal."

Todd looked at Rob and Jake. Jake spoke first, "We can't commit to that $1.35 million number until we go back and confer with our Executive Committee, but I feel confident that the Executive Committee will approve it as long as there is agreement that Rob will be General Manager and will have responsibility for all operations including hiring decisions."

John responded, "Yes, it is agreed that Rob will be General Manager, but I assume it is also understood that I will be CEO and Chairman of the JV Board and as such need to be consulted on major business plans and capital expenditures."

"Yes, you will be CEO and Chairman of a four-person board, two from each side, with Rob and his boss, Alex Stephens, representing MBV."

"Sounds good to me! Go get that Executive Committee approval so we can start pushing this big snowball up the hill."
CHAPTER 44

Another round of cheers as Rob and team conveyed the good news to MBV. Bob Cromwell was clearly pleased and said enthusiastically, "Get the lawyers working on this ASAP. We have a few months before the snow flies in earnest. Let's get this done!"

Rob was already thinking about "people." He was sure there were a number of good people working for John Larriman, and he would meet them soon. However, Rob knew he would need to surround himself with the best and the brightest talent possible. He was already blessed to have Jake Cromwell and Todd Dalton on his team, although they would remain at MBV headquarters in Boston. On site at Aura Mountain, Rob would need several strong support managers whom he could trust.

He knew eventually that would include his brother, Rich, after about six months of rehab. He thought perhaps he could convince his good buddy, Will Bradford, to join the Aura team, although that might be difficult given the Bradford family construction business. Cliff Bowman also came to mind – what an exceptional administrator he would be! However, Rob still thought it would be best if Cliff ran for mayor, assuming the depraved Martin Willoughby actually did win a state senate seat in November.

So much to think about, and plan. However, first up would be his own wedding in early October, and he knew he'd better start focusing on that big event. Not to worry, Rob thought, Kristin would help remind him!

It was a regular pattern for the next several weeks. On the phone with John Larriman and his support team, writing the business plan that would eventually go before the new board for approval, working with the lawyers on the legal documents that would seal the deal, and late night dinners with Kristin reviewing all details for the wedding including invitations, church service, wedding party attire, rehearsal and reception dinners, bar policy, entertainment, seating arrangements, flowers, speeches, special songs and dances. Kristin also thought it would be cool if she and Rob demonstrated some dancing skills for those first special dances together as newlyweds, so Kristin signed them up for six dance lessons in Cambridge. Rob grumbled a lot about that, but he acquiesced and actually did learn some smooth moves for the dance floor.

With so much going on in Rob's world, it was fortuitous that he and Kristin could spend a few long weekends at Lake Aura in September making final arrangements for the wedding as well as making final arrangements for the joint venture with John Larriman. Good progress along both tracks pleased Rob enormously. He and Kristin were excited and eager to catapult into the next stage of their lives as husband and wife and executives of Aura Mountain. Those destinies drew closer and closer, and finally happened.

Wedding day arrived. It was a sunny, technicolor October day at Aura Mountain. The hillside was ablaze with red maples, orange sassafras, copper and scarlet oaks, yellow hickory and birches, interspersed with stately tall evergreens. The formal wedding ceremony proceeded according to script and produced a jubilant Mr. and Mrs. Rob Jamison. Kristin looked stunning in her chic corded lace wedding gown that fanned outward from the waistline and displayed an elegant hand-cut bow in the back. Rob looked handsome in a traditional black-tie tux, which he illuminated brightly with his beaming smile.

The wedding party moved on to the beautifully adorned Aura Lodge Reception Hall, newly carpeted, and the real fun began. All were greeted by the pulsating horns and accordion sounds of an "oompah band" booming the familiar Oktoberfest song "Essellied." The bouncy spirit of Oktoberfest spread quickly, the kegs were tapped, and soon everyone was hoisting a stein of frothy beer. There were peels of cheers and laughter as the band played two more well-known Oktoberfest drinking songs, "Sauf ma no a Mass," and "Ein Prosit."

Following that special Oktoberfest overture, the DJ that Kristin and Rob had hired announced it was time for the grand entrance of the bride and groom. Rob and Kristin burst into the room waving their arms and twirling to arguably the most popular Oktoberfest sing-a-long song "Sweet Caroline." That got everyone singing, jumping, and chanting "So good, so good!"

It was hard to calm down the group after that rousing start, but who wanted to calm down? The DJ kept the group energized with several rocking tunes from the high-powered '60s. When the DJ announced it was time for the "First Dance," all settled into their seats and cheered for the newlyweds. Rob and Kristin ramped up the entire audience as they took to center stage dancing to Jackie Wilson's high-soaring song "Your Love Keeps Lifting Me Higher and Higher." It was clear Rob and Kristin had practiced as they twisted and pumped perfectly to the upbeat music. And it was a perfect song for these two high school sweethearts who had overcome an unfortunate interruption in their relationship but had patched it back together stronger than ever. The crowd loved the song selection, clapping to the beat and rising for a standing ovation as Rob and Kristin finished their dance with a tight embrace and a romantic kiss.

The good times rolled on throughout the evening. It was a very happy time.

In Aura's "bridal suite" that night, Rob and Kristin rushed to strip off each other's wedding attire, which reeked of beer. After quickly reaching a naked state, they hugged each other tightly and kissed passionately with tongues intermingling sensuously while their body temps rose rapidly. It was actually against all odds that they could make it to the bed in time, but they did, and proceeded to lift each other into sublime ecstasy.

The night passed quickly. As the sun's rays peeked through the curtains the next morning, Rob spied a note that had been slipped under the door. Upon retrieving, Rob was pleased to read its gracious message: "Wonderful evening but time now for a hearty breakfast. Come downstairs anytime. We will be available to prepare for you a robust Vermont breakfast of eggs and pancakes. Cheers, John and Helen Larriman."

Kristin awoke and asked if anything was wrong. "No, on the contrary," Rob said happily. "We've just been invited to a bountiful breakfast, anytime we care to come down to the Aura kitchen."

"Well I'm not ready," Kristin commented.

"Neither am I," Rob said as he threw back the covers and revealed again that naked, sensuously shaped, model-like body of his young wife. "We are not going anywhere until we have had our own morning celebration right here!"

With that said, Rob popped back into bed and embraced his erotically attractive wife for more sybaritic pleasure.

What a night, and what a morning...to remember.
CHAPTER 45

After showering together as they'd become accustomed to doing lately, Rob and Kristin headed down to the kitchen for the "morning after" breakfast that the Larrimans had offered.

It was a grand breakfast. Mixed fruits, scrambled eggs with Canadian bacon, wheat toast with strawberry jam, buttermilk pancakes with real Vermont maple syrup, and all accompanied by freshly squeezed OJ and dark roasted coffee. Kristin remarked she had never experienced such a sensational breakfast meal. Rob loved it but thought to himself he'd better be careful around the Aura kitchen when he becomes General Manager as he could easily put on fifteen pounds.

Rob and Kristin thanked the Larrimans exceedingly and waddled out of there thinking they wouldn't need to eat for the rest of the day. Their plan for the next five days would be to identify house candidates for their eventual move back to Aura, their cherished hometown. Not the most glamorous "honeymoon," but it was actually what Kristin really wanted to do, and she was thrilled that their first real home would be near both parents in Aura.

They looked at several places near Aura Mountain, and on the mainland of Lake Aura. However, they were most intrigued with the thought of buying property in their old neighborhood on the other side of the lake. There was a modest home for sale at the far end of the recently named Upper Lake Road. It belonged to Mrs. Elaine Morrisey, who'd been living there for the past sixteen years with her late husband, William Morrisey, who had died a year ago. It was a struggle for Mrs. Morrisey, now 76, to live alone after William's death on that other side of the lake even though there was now finally a road that facilitated access to the mainland. Mrs. Morrisey had decided it was best to move to White River Junction to be nearer her son, daughter-in-law and two grandchildren. Her professor son had just received tenure at nearby Dartmouth College, so he was well-anchored there and had access to excellent medical facilities at Dartmouth-Hitchcock Medical Center.

Mrs. Morrisey obviously knew both Rob and Kristin and their families and was delighted when Rob and Kristin called. She thought how wonderful it would be to provide a home to the new Mr. and Mrs. Jamison, so close to the elder Jamisons and Andersons. Rob never mentioned that it would be their intent to tear down the existing house and rebuild a much larger, more contemporary home on the one-acre site, but that didn't really matter to Mrs. Morrisey. She was just so pleased that Rob and Kristin were considering choosing her place as their new home.

The asking price was no issue. Rob actually thought Mrs. Morrisey was undervaluing her place, but since she had not hired any real estate agent to represent her, she did not have the benefit of their market analysis and selling price recommendation. On the other hand, without a realtor involved there would be no commission to pay, so Mrs. Morrisey set the price that she thought was fair, which was not inflated at all to include a negotiating cushion or realtor commission.

Rob accepted the price and told Mrs. Morrisey they should have their attorneys work up the legal documents. Mrs. Morrisey said she didn't have an attorney and asked if Rob could ask his attorney to handle the transaction for the both of them. Rob agreed, and assured Mrs. Morrisey all would work out just fine. Mrs. Morrisey was counting her blessings that Rob and Kristin had come home to buy her place and allow her to move comfortably to White River Junction. A mutually pleasing win-win. It doesn't always work that way, but in old rural Vermont, it's still a people centered place where people actually do like, respect and trust each other.

Rob called his buddy, Will Bradford, to check out whether there would be any impediments to building a 2-level or 3-level home on the site. Will said it shouldn't be a problem but would confirm. Will also said, "Congratulations Rob, and welcome back to the Aura community where you and Kristin belong and you will be welcomed by all, except for Mayor Willoughby, of course, but hopefully he'll be leaving soon."

Rob replied, "Thanks Will. So you still think Willoughby will be a state senator?"

"The political winds are blowing that way," Will answered.

"Amazing, and sad," Rob commented, "but good riddance."

"Good riddance only to a certain extent. Keep in mind he'll still be in our lives. The Capitol in Montpelier is not so far away, and in terms of government overreach, way too close."

"I'll take whatever physical separation we can get. However, I am concerned about possible overreach by this misguided egoist, especially in light of what we are going to try to accomplish with Aura Mountain and general business development in our town. We need to be prepared, which reminds me I'd better have another discussion with Cliff Bowman. We're going to need a knowledgeable and capable mayor!"

As soon as Rob finished his conversation with Will, he phoned Cliff Bowman. They agreed to meet at the Hob Nob for a beer at 5 pm.

Cliff appeared amiable and appreciative of Rob's initiative, but still somewhat apprehensive about running for mayor. "You know, Rob, I really don't have any leadership experience, and I really don't think I'd have the support of most Town Council members."

Rob responded, "You have valuable administrative experience that I believe we're going to need to get things done through both town and state legislatures. And I know you have the support of Barry Robertson and Jerry Kline, two of the most outspoken and influential councilmen."

"Yes, that's the motivating part, but then there's the other three council members, Linda Bevan, Frank Fellows, and Jack Carefree. They are all disciples, if not clones, of Martin Willoughby. And my guess is that Willoughby will support one of them to succeed him and carry on his legacy, as scary as that prospect may be."

"Who among those lightweights could possibly be a serious candidate for mayor?"

"I'd bet Linda Bevan. She's an attractive, progressive liberal and potential first female mayor. Add to that Mayor Willoughby's personal support for her, and you have a serious candidate."

"You really think Martin Willoughby would support a pretty face over his capable administrative manager for many years?"

"I do, and the reason is simple. Willoughby knows I won't always agree with him and I might alter his course, but Linda Bevan is the epitome of the loyal supporter plus, and you didn't hear this from me, she's also one of the mayor's regular paramours."

"That guy really is a schmuck. It will be a tragedy if he's elected senator, but it would be a double whammy if Linda Bevan succeeded him here as mayor. Cliff, you gotta run. If you agree to run, I promise you I will work hard to get you broad-based support. We can do this, please!"

"OK I'll give you a tentative yes. But I would like to reserve final judgment until after the state elections on November 6. It's possible Martin Willoughby will still be Mayor of Aura after November 6 and I cannot afford to alienate him prematurely. His knives are sharp!"

"Got it, and not a problem. If Willoughby is elected senator, we'll still have three months before a special election here to elect a new mayor. We'll go into full-court press mode and get it done for you."

"I love your optimism and enthusiasm, but politics is an ugly game. Don't expect to win with only a rational agenda. We'll need more than a straightforward business plan that your company might accept."

"You mean we'll need some mud?"

"Yes, and the thicker, the better!"
CHAPTER 46

Before Rob and Cliff parted, Rob asked Cliff if he had any recommendation on personal attorneys for doing real estate transactions.

"For you?" Cliff asked.

"Yes, Kristin and I are buying a place on Upper Lake Road."

"That's great news – welcome back to our community! And please be sure to register to vote as soon as possible because I'm going to need your and Kristin's votes for sure!" Cliff laughed.

"Good point, Mr. Mayor-elect to be!" Rob chuckled. "However, first I need to get this real estate transaction done."

"Actually I do know a very good lawyer in the area. His name is Larry Whitmore and he's located in West Rutland. I've done a little work with Larry and I'd say he's excellent. I was introduced to Larry by my Town Manager counterpart in West Rutland who has relied on Larry for years and always speaks in superlatives about him. Larry's office is on Marble Street, which is the town's main street."

"Ha, Marble Street. Makes sense given that town's storied history with the marble industry."

"Exactly."

"Thanks Cliff. I will give Larry a call."

Rob called Larry Whitmore the following morning and set up a 1 pm appointment. He suggested to Kristin that she should come as well. They had a light lunch at the Anderson's home where they were staying this week and made the relatively short drive to West Rutland in time for the 1 pm appointment.

Larry Whitmore's office was in the center of Marble Street, surrounded by what appeared to be many small businesses. Rob conjectured that most of those businesses probably had a legal relationship with Larry, which would make practical sense.

Upon entering the front door, Rob and Kristin were greeted by a cute little Jack Russell terrier, unexpected but definitely friendly. A nicely dressed lady appeared from down the hall and welcomed Rob and Kristin. She introduced herself as Caroline Whitmore, legal secretary and wife of Larry Whitmore. "Folks call me Carrie," she said warmly. Carrie was a slender 5' 7", good-looking and gracious. She appeared to be late 40's, but still as shapely as a 25 year old graduate student.

"I hope you like dogs," Carrie said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Of course we do," Kristin said without hesitation. "Who in Vermont doesn't like dogs? I think we Vermonters actually treat them like family or neighbors."

"Yes, for sure we do," Carrie agreed. "By the way, this is Rusty, our Jack Russell terrier, and he scoots around the office most of the day looking for fun things to do. When you meet Larry, you'll also meet Bart, our Black Lab. He is partial to Larry and likes to nap next to Larry's big desk. Bart is getting on in years, and doesn't move around much, so don't be offended if he doesn't get up to greet you. Larry will, however," Carrie chuckled at her own little joke.

As she spoke, Larry appeared. "I thought I heard some commotion out here. Hi, you must be Kristin and Rob. I'm Larry Whitmore. Very nice to meet you. I see you've met Rusty, and Carrie, too, ha-ha. Please come on in and make yourself comfortable in my office. Watch out for Bart, our Black Lab. He sleeps a lot and doesn't like to be stepped on," Larry said with a big, broad-based grin.

Larry appeared to be in his early 50's, still trim with a full head of dark hair but noticeably graying around the temples. He looked quite distinguished actually. He was dressed in a blue and white flannel shirt, blue cardigan sweater and charcoal gray corduroys. Not what you'd expect for court room attire, but evidently today was an office day shared with Rusty and Bart. As such, his smart casual look appeared quite appropriate.

"So, what brings you two over here to West Rutland, the marble city?"

Rob responded, "Kristin and I are buying property in Aura, and someone I believe you know, Cliff Bowman, strongly recommended you to be our attorney for this transaction."

"Well I very much appreciate the referral and I will convey that to Cliff. How is Cliff? Still getting on OK with that pompous mayor over there?"

"Yes, but that pompous mayor is soon to be a state senator, most likely!"

"Good grief, I have read the polls that do appear to favor Mr. Willoughby, but it is hard to believe. Oh well, Vermont has survived worse."

"Like what?"

"Like white-out blizzards, ice storms, and flooding. At least we haven't had to contend with hurricanes."

"At least not yet but wait until Willoughby reaches Montpelier!"

"Oh, I can sense you really like this guy!"

"Not even close, but as you say, we will survive him, but let's not get too wound up on Vermont politics today."

"Why not, Vermont politics is so puzzling it's fascinating, but I hear you. Let's get on to our business."

"Before we do, I hope you don't mind if I ask you a little about your background, especially since I see that Georgetown Law School diploma framed on the wall."

"Is that a problem?"

"Heck no, it's just very curious as how we could be so fortunate to have a Georgetown Law graduate representing us here in central Vermont. I mean, it's my impression that Georgetown Law graduates usually take positions at law firms in New York, Philadelphia or Washington."

"Fair question. I actually did the New York thing. I spent five years at Cravath, Swaine & Moore. Worked my butt off. Didn't like New York City much, although admittedly I didn't have much time to enjoy the City's positive attributes. I was born and raised here in Vermont, right here in West Rutland actually, and I missed it dearly. I missed the rustic and rugged landscape, the fluffy snow, the crazy beautiful autumn colors and the dry, sunny summers. I missed my dogs and romping around the meadows with them. But most of all, I missed my family who were deeply ingrained in Vermont culture, and deeply involved with West Rutland's history in the marble industry. My grandfather founded one of the leading marble producing companies in the early 1900's, and my dad followed in his footsteps to lead the Whitmore Marble Company to new heights. The marble business did not appeal to me, but the rich cultural heritage that the marble industry engendered created a wonderful quality of life for me and everyone living in and around West Rutland, and that included many immigrants who came here to work the quarries. I missed it terribly, so I came back. And I was rewarded by meeting the love of my life, my sweetheart Carrie, who although six years younger, is wiser and better organized than I will ever be, and the best legal admin imaginable. We've now been married 23 very happy years and have raised two terrific kids. Life is good, and just keeps getting better. No regrets, and I wouldn't consider changing a thing. I hope that answers your question."

"Yes, you certainly did – thank you! I hope Kristin and I can look back in 23 years and feel as positive as you about our life's situation. Actually, Kristin and I already can relate to a lot what you have said. Not the marble heritage of course. Ours is a much humbler background, but we're just as compassionate as you about the heart and soul of Vermont."

"Good to hear and delighted you came to visit us. So, what is your situation and how can I help you?"

Rob proceeded to tell Larry about Mass Bay Ventures and their venture with Aura Mountain, and how that has brought Rob and Kristin, newlyweds, back to Aura. Rob also conveyed how they were fortunate to gain the inside track on a neighbor's place in the same vicinity where they both lived through high school, and where their parents still live. However, as Rob stressed, this is an area that hasn't been well defined over the years and as such should be surveyed and documented carefully.

Larry acknowledged and assured this will be done. However, Larry also advised Rob that it wasn't a good idea for him to represent both the Jamisons and Mrs. Morrissey in this transaction. Larry said he would arrange for another attorney to represent Mrs. Morrisey, but not to worry, this will all get done soon, smoothly and satisfactorily.

Rob and Kristin left Larry Whitmore's office feeling impressed and comfortable that their new lawyer would make sure that everything was done correctly. Furthermore, Rob thought he may have found a super legal resource who could be helpful in more ways than just real estate.
CHAPTER 47

Rob and Kristin headed back to Lake Aura for one more night with family before returning to Boston. The next few days would be devoted to consolidating their belongings into Rob's apartment, which Kristin agreed was larger and more accommodating for two. Kristin made it clear, however, that she had last word on furniture and interior decoration. Rob sensed that would be a long-standing policy, and he was OK with that.

Will Bradford arranged an architect to work with Rob and Kristin on their new home design. They spoke with the architect by phone conveying directional thoughts and agreed to meet by late November to review preliminary drawings. Rob hoped this timing would dovetail nicely with final document signing for the Aura Mountain Skiway Joint Venture.

Rob got word that brother Rich was en route back to the U.S. Rich would be stationed at the VA hospital in Washington, D.C. for a couple weeks for continued medical treatment, fitting of the prothesis, and rehabilitation exercises. It was hoped and planned that Rich would be able to join the entire family in Aura for Thanksgiving.

Back in the office, Rob worked diligently with the lawyers on the final version of the JV documents. He phoned John Larriman often to discuss contract details and made good use of the remarkable new Xerox Magnafax Long-Distance Telecopier that could be connected to the phone to transmit a "fax" for John's review. November 30 was set forth as the target date for signing all the legal documents, and officially commencing JV operations.

All was also proceeding smoothly concerning the purchase of Elaine Morrisey's place on Upper Lake Road. Attorney Whitmore called to advise Rob that the survey work had been completed satisfactorily, and the legal documents were being prepared. Larry assured that closing on the property could also take place on November 30.

It was starting to look like it was going to be a very Happy Thanksgiving!

However, the November 6 election day changed the mood somewhat. Martin Willoughby was elected as a state senator. The polls had predicted this outcome, but it was still baffling to Rob and Kristin. How could a reprobate like Martin Willoughby fool so many people to gain their confidence and their vote? As Larry Whitmore had said, "Vermont politics is so puzzling, it's fascinating." However, to Rob and Kristin it was more unsettling than fascinating!

By 9 am the next morning Rob was on the phone to Cliff Bowman. "Is the coast clear? Can you talk?"

Cliff responded, "Oh yeah, Willoughby is out there doing his victory lap. Lots of glad handing. I don't expect to see him today."

"OK, we need to shift gears. I'm going to set up a PAC for you and start building your mayoral war chest. I'm confident we'll have at least $5,000 in the PAC by end of day. I'm going to ask Attorney Whitmore to help us with all this."

"Obviously you did follow up with Larry Whitmore."

Yes, I did – thank you. Very impressive, both he and his wife, Carrie. I think we're going to get to know Larry Whitmore very well, for many reasons, and your campaign will be one of those reasons. Larry finds Vermont politics 'fascinating' to use his word, plus he's no fan of Willoughby, so I'm sure he'll be interested in your campaign. By the way, Cliff, you will be running for mayor, right?

"Yes, I suppose so. I still have some reservations, but I'm willing to give it a shot."

"Good, because I think you'll be great, and I think we will get strong support. I'm going to call Councilmen Robertson and Kline today to get them thinking about a campaign strategy for you plus I'm sure they'll want to contribute to your new PAC as well. Also, my brother Rich will be coming home in a couple weeks and he could be the perfect campaign manager for you."

"I thought Rich was recuperating from an injury he sustained in Viet Nam."

"Yes, he is, and he will be continuing his recuperation from home shortly. But this could be a good opportunity for him to focus on something other than his terrible leg injury. Furthermore, Rich is interested in sales and marketing, and you could be his first successful product."

"If only he were more mobile."

"That's the beauty of this. Rich can accomplish a lot for your campaign without the need to move around a lot. He can call influential people on the phone, do his own polling, design campaign materials, and get the orders placed. This will be good therapy for him, and good support for you."

"OK by me, if it's OK by Rich."

"Oh, it will be. I know Rich, and he will be inspired by this opportunity to help you and the cause, just as he did in the military battling the Viet Cong and supporting his Army colleagues. And frankly he needs another cause he can believe in and that he can help make happen. It will make him feel good about himself again. So, you better win!"

"OK, I'm ready, let's go!"

Rob called Larry Whitmore. They discussed Willoughby's victory, which disgusted both Larry and Rob. However, Larry was very pleased to hear about Cliff Bowman's candidacy for mayor and offered his support. Rob asked Larry to set up a legal PAC for the Bowman campaign, starting with a $1,000 initial contribution from Rob himself.

Larry was startled by Rob's $1,000 contribution. "Wow, you do put your money where your mouth is. By the way, are you really sure you have $1,000 to spare for a political cause?"

Rob chuckled, "Not to worry, you have your marble, and I have my gold reserves."

"Ha, ha, sure. OK, I accept you know what you're doing. My marble reserves are thinning out, but I'll match your $1,000 contribution and add to the PAC, which I'll set up today."

"Thank you, Larry, talk to you soon."

Rob then called Barry Robertson and Jerry Kline individually. Rob suggested they meet at Cliff's place this coming weekend to discuss campaign strategy. Rob also conveyed that Attorney Whitmore was setting up a campaign PAC fund and there was already $2,000 in contributions. Both Barry and Jerry quickly offered their own $500 contributions, raising the PAC to $3,000 before the end of day one.

Rob called Cliff again to set up the weekend meeting with Barry and Jerry and also to convey that his PAC already totaled $3,000.

Cliff called Rob a "whiz kid."

"Not a whiz," Rob countered, "just someone who is motivated to action."

"I'm just glad you're on my team!" Cliff said, intending a sincere compliment.

"Thanks Cliff. We have a little over three months to get you established as the leading candidate for mayor, so it's full-court press all the way to the March 15 special election."

Rob sensed this would not be the optimal time to mount a political campaign, especially for someone who is a relative unknown in the community. Cliff has been doing a great job as town manager, but he works mostly behind the scenes, subservient to the mayor and Town Council. Rob knew Cliff's team would need to break through the chilled consciousness of snowbound Vermonters this time of year.

After the state legislature elections in early November, there is not much enthusiasm to think about a local election three month hence, especially this bleak time of year. The days grow shorter and colder with only brief peeks of sunshine. Despite the holidays, Vermonters become increasingly anxious about the harsh winter season that lies ahead. The focus is more on cleaning chimneys, stacking wood, checking insulation, and preparing for the assault of the snow season with snow tires or chains on the car and truck, a snow plow, shovels, scrapers, and an ample supply of sand.

The holidays do intervene to help distract attention from the increasingly ominous weather, but even the pleasures of Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's will not lessen the Vermonters' preparedness for the inevitable winter storm. It's always on their minds, especially in January and February when the sky turns gray early and there is that expectation of snow that lasts for several hours. The snow begins usually late afternoon and drives hard all evening. The snow plows work relentlessly to clear the roads, but by mid-morning the persistent snow has already added another layer. Venturing outside requires a heavy coat, warm gloves and snow boots. Once outside, the nostrils stick together and there is that familiar "crunch, crunch" sound as one walks the pathway.

This is all great if you're in the ski business, but not so good if you're trying to gain favorable attention for an unknown candidate running for mayor. Rob was pleased he was now in the ski business, but he knew he would need a vigorous effort and probably some luck to get Cliff elected by mid-March. But he felt good about the team he had assembled and the PAC funds that were already growing. Brother Rich would make good use of those funds for advertising and promotional materials.

Rich did arrive home the week before Thanksgiving. All things considered, he was in good shape, at least good spirits. Rich was transported by a Lockheed Military transport plane to Montpelier and then driven to Aura by an Army corpsman. Needless to say, he received a rousing welcome from family and many friends who had gathered for the occasion. It reminded Rob of his own return to Aura several years prior from that same damnable geographic area that now haunted Rich – Viet Nam. Both Rob and Rich will carry indelible memories from their experiences in the Peace Corps and Army over there, but fortunately they both survived it. Rich's leg was all messed up, but it was no longer life-threatening, and he would learn to cope with his prothesis. Rob was committed to helping Rich rebuild his life productively and happily.

The coping would start with the campaign for Cliff Bowman. Rob explained the political situation and the role he had planned for Rich over the next few months as Cliff Bowman's marketing manager. Rob also shared his thoughts for Rich's next stage, which would be full-time marketing manager for the Aura Mountain ski business. Overwhelmed with gratitude and emotion, Rich motioned to his big brother to lean down, so he could give him a big hug.

The family Thanksgiving celebration the following week broke all records for joy and happiness.
CHAPTER 48

All wheels were turning week after Thanksgiving. MBV and John Larriman consummated the joint venture deal. Rob took over as General Manager of Aura Mountain Skiway. Attorney Whitmore finalized all documents for Rob and Kristin's purchase of Elaine Morrisey's place on Upper Lake Road and prepared for the closing. Rob and Kristin met with Will Bradford and his dad to review construction plans for their new home, which Will projected would be completed by next Thanksgiving. Cliff Bowman met with Rich at the Jamison's home to discuss marketing plans for Cliff's mayoral campaign. And Town Councilors Barry Robertson and Jerry Kline began a grassroots lobbying effort for Cliff.

In the meantime, Martin Willoughby started preparing for his new role as a Vermont State Senator by meeting with various government officials in Montpelier. He planned to move his family to Montpelier at the end of the school year next June. For the next six months, however, Willoughby planned to spend Monday-Friday in Montpelier and return to Aura on the weekends. He liked the thought of intensive on-the-job concentration during the weekday, and private time in the evenings. He was thinking it would be a good time to strike up new relationships, both political and personal.

The first substantial snowfall arrived that first week of December. It was just enough to open the skiway for business even though only seven of their thirty-five trails were operational. It was hoped by the Christmas-New Year's holiday period there would be several more good snow falls. Aura Mountain needed at least 36 inches of snow to form a good base and open more trails, including the popular North Face Black Diamond run for the avid skiers.

The relatively light snow accumulation and consequential late start of the skiing season prompted Rob to start thinking already about contingency actions. At the end of his first week on the job, he sat down with John Larriman and asked, "What happens if there is a prolonged snow drought?"

John Larriman chuckled and said, "We suck it up. But we are in Vermont snow country, so we know it's coming. It always has, and most likely always will. Some years we just need more patience for it to begin. However, when those heavy snow clouds roll in over the mountains, it's game time. The mountain gets buried in that beautiful white stuff. And with our Vermont cold temps, the snow gets packed. We just need to keep grooming. And then there will be another blast, and we have more snow than we know what to do with. So, don't fret. By February you'll be wondering if we can handle any more snow. Some years we get more than 200 inches from November to April.

"John, I'm programmed to fret. Now that you're part of a major joint venture with Mass Bay Ventures, let me assure you that our Board will not want to hear that we should just 'suck it up and wait.' Time is money and we can't allow competition to get an edge on us. We need to be more proactive. What if there's more snow in New Hampshire or Maine? We'll lose customers to those other skiways. We can't let that happen. Have you ever looked into installing snowmaking machines?"

"Oh my gosh, you're talking big bucks to do that. It's not just acquiring the equipment, which would be ghastly expensive by itself. We would also need a piping system and pump station. And to get full benefit out of such a snowmaking system, we'd really need an auxiliary water resource, perhaps our own man-made reservoir. This would be a massive undertaking, and a major investment, well beyond what the Aura Mountain Ski Company could afford."

"OK, but now we have MBV behind us. We can leverage and get a business loan at a very competitive interest rate. And we could depreciate the equipment, which would help lower our taxes. I think investing in snowmaking would be a very smart business move. We would not need to worry about those no snow or slow snow days. Customers would not have to think twice about where to go. It would always be the reliable, dependable, picturesque Aura Mountain every time for the best skiing experience. We need our customers to feel confident that Aura Mountain is the best choice."

"Wow, did you learn that flipping burgers at McDonald's?"

"Yes, in a manner of speaking. From my McDonald's experience I learned that by delivering a quality product reliably and conveniently McDonald's could develop a loyal customer base that would keep coming back. Its regular customers wouldn't think much about alternatives – it was always McDonald's! That's the magnetic power of a strong brand, and that's what Aura Mountain should strive to achieve. To do that, we must enhance the Aura image, which means strengthening the positives and eliminating the negatives."

"Go for it, Rob. I admire your young exuberance. Just know it will take a while for me to change my conservative mindset. Lack of resources has always forced me to be patient and compromising. It would be refreshing to see Aura Mountain speed up to our competition with the latest and best equipment."

"Speed up and pass," Rob quickly asserted. "We can't be #1 if we're not taking full advantage of new technologies and equipment, and I believe that starts with investing in snowmaking equipment and new, more modern chair lifts."

"You mean like those high-speed quad chair lifts?" John queried.

"Yes, and perhaps even covered chairlifts." Rob said pointedly.

"You are an aggressive thinker!" John exclaimed.

"You can't become the best without offering the best product, and offering the best product demands constantly assessing how to enhance our features, to be more totally appealing to a broader base of customers. In our case, that means upgrading our equipment, our facilities, and our town."

"Our town, you mean the town of Aura? We hardly control that," John said with a laugh.

Rob countered, "Not yet anyway. But just imagine if we could create a 'destination town' environment where customers come to enjoy skiing, shopping, dining, lodging as well as off-season recreation like swimming, boating, golf, hiking, biking and the beauty of autumn foliage. Eventually more people want to live here in the surrounding area, more people want to own a second home here, more companies want to locate here, more people would be employed here, and lo and behold, Aura becomes one of the most desirable places to live and visit. Can you imagine how that would advance the Aura Mountain ski business?"

"Yeah, that's a sensational vision, Rob, and I commend you for your big picture thinking, but seriously that's a dream not likely to happen in Vermont where the dominant political progressives are much more concerned about preserving the environment than supporting promising business initiatives. That's why this state languishes in growth, realizes low state revenue, and then resorts to ever-increasing taxes. It's a self-defeating attitude."

"That's an attitude we must change, at least locally, to help us optimize a great opportunity here at Aura Mountain and indeed in the whole town of Aura."

"Good luck on that. You know all roads lead to Montpelier where the state politicians lay a heavy hand on all Vermont communities. I humbly suggest we focus on what we can do here at Aura Mountain without fighting the political headwinds that blow hard from Montpelier."

"We'll see. 'The times they are a-changin,' to quote a sage songwriter. If we can get a strong mayor elected here along with a supportive Town Council, I'm confident we could work cooperatively with the town of Aura to achieve mutually advantageous progress. It could be and should be a win-win proposition."

John Larriman sighed and said, "OK Rob, I can see you're a go-getter, and I do admire your spirit, but be careful where you tread and to whom you speak."

"Good advice, and that reminds me I need to visit with Cliff Bowman!"
CHAPTER 49

Cliff Bowman and Rich Jamison were busy designing campaign materials when Barry Robertson interrupted them. Barry appeared startled and asked rather sharply: "Did you hear about the press conference Senator-Elect Willoughby held this morning in Montpelier?"

"No," Cliff responded, "Not much interest in what that self-serving egotist has to say before he even takes office."

"Well I do think you're going to want to hear about a few things he said when he was asked to comment on the special election for mayor of Aura, and specifically about the two announced candidates – you and council member Linda Bevan."

"You mean he actually had to talk about someone else?" Cliff said sarcastically. "So, what did Mr. Blowhard have to say?"

"He was actually very complimentary about Linda Bevan, saying she supported his administration admirably, was very popular with townspeople, and had a 'Hallmark Cards' family with her doctor husband and three children."

"All that is true," Cliff acknowledged, "but that hardly qualifies her for leadership, especially the part about her unconditional support of the mayor. You must admit, Barry, she never disagreed with Willoughby or even uttered a critical comment."

"I can't argue with that assessment," Barry agreed, "but the way Willoughby talked about her came off as very flattering, and very supportive."

"So, what about me? Did he have any choice comments about me?" Cliff asked.

"Oh yes," Barry said rolling his eyes that signaled something was troubling him. "Willoughby complimented your stellar administrative talents but then quickly added he wasn't confident you could relate well to all the residents."

"That's odd, I wonder why he would have said that?" Cliff said appearing disconcerted.

"Yeah, a reporter asked the same thing," Barry said haltingly.

"And did Willoughby give any clue?"

"I'm sure you don't want to hear this, but Willoughby intimated that you were awkward socially, a loner, no family, not married, and no apparent interest in dating any women."

"Wow, that's a stunner. He makes me sound gay."

"He does indeed. Assuming you're not, that still leaves us with some serious damage control. But first, let's clear the air. Yes or no?"

Rob arrived, just in time to lessen the tension. "What's up?" Rob asked innocently.

Cliff shook his head while Barry recounted the 'news of the day' from Montpelier.

"I was just commenting to Cliff that this bombshell will necessitate some serious damage control, assuming it's not true."

"Perhaps even a law suit," Rob suggested. "Libel is still a crime in Vermont, isn't it?"

Barry's arm shot forth motioning the stop sign: "Before you get too wound up, Rob, let's consider two things. For one, Willoughby is now a senator-elect. Not wise to go to war with a state senator over an innuendo. You know this guy is a snake, and his bite can be lethal. We may need Willoughby's support on a few of our Aura initiatives, so let's not poke him with a sharp stick just yet. Secondly, we need to respond to this innuendo carefully, both with words and with action. But we need to start with some clarification from Cliff because, like it or not, his character has been called into question by a very high profile politician. So, what say you, Cliff?"

Cliff reflected before speaking. "Willoughby's comments are hurtful and damaging, no question about it. Ever since my bitter divorce two years ago, I have been a loner, and not really interested in courting any other romances for a while, with either gender quite frankly. However, on those occasions that I have had a business lunch or a few drinks after work at the Hob Nob, I must admit it has always been with a male friend or business associate. It goes no further than that, but I can see how one could project it further. Totally circumstantial, but bad optics, right?"

"Those optics aren't good, but optics can be changed," Rob interjected. "We need to find you a gal fast!"

Cliff sighed and said, "That's thoughtful, but I'm not sure I'm ready for a female companion. I'm still really hurting from my divorce. Furthermore, we don't have much time to change impressions. As of today, my candidacy may already be compromised. Perhaps it would be best if I dropped out, and you rode another horse."

Rob peered out the window, fixated on the crystal icicles that were already forming in the early December chill. Long and sharp, the icicles hovered over the window frame like daggers, threatening harm to anyone who passed below at the wrong time. An unsuspecting victim might suffer a glancing blow to the head or a bloody cut. Not fatal but painful. Much better to be on the alert for these potential missiles and walk away from any impending danger. The political arena might work similarly. Beware the spears when hurled. One might strike and severely wound.

Rob looked back at Cliff with a sympathetic look in his eyes but said, "Yes, we do need to reflect on this, and perhaps you're right Cliff, perhaps we should consider another candidate. We don't have much time, and we certainly can't afford to spend what little time we have on damage control. What do you think, Barry?"

Barry didn't hesitate: "I think we need a plan B, and fast!"

Cliff said, "I agree we ought to seriously consider a plan B. Please give that your best thinking, and don't worry about me. I can handle rejection. I would rather step aside for the best interest of the team, rather than get dragged through the mud and lose."

Rob glanced at those icicles again. "OK, it's probably best to consider altering our direction, but where to go, who to call? What a conundrum!"

Rich Jamison had remained silent throughout this problematic and sensitive discussion, but decided it was the right time to chime in: "To beat Linda Bevan, we're going to need a white knight, a high profile local with a star reputation who can resonate well with a broad spectrum of our voters. If not Cliff, then how about Will Bradford?"

Rob chuckled good-naturedly, "Will for sure has star quality. A football hero, a loving family man, a pious and humble man, and one heckuva of a businessman as he and his dad go about methodically renovating the Aura landscape with beautiful new homes, like the one he is about to build for me and Kristin. I'm afraid Will is too preoccupied with his business to consider a 'time-out' to be mayor."

Rich shook his head, "I don't agree, brother. For one, the mayor's position does not have to be and probably should not be a full-time position. Willoughby made it full-time, but he had little interest or need to do anything else given his military pension. Will Bradford could handle the mayor's role and still have time to help his Dad's construction business. And secondly, who better to lead this town's economic development program than a person who has good insights to realize what prosperity will mean for this community?"

Rob demurred, "Good points, Rich. And everybody likes and respects the Bradfords. Pillars of the community. Will might be a great choice, except for one glaring thing – no political experience."

This time Barry laughed, "Hah! No political experience – that's an asset! We need a leader and a doer, not a political operative like Willoughby. Will can learn the political and administrative part easily with Cliff Bowman by his side as town manager."

"OK, I'll talk to Will and check his pulse on this, but no doubt I'll need some reinforcement – so be prepared!"
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After listening to Rob explain the situation, and make his pitch, Will could only exclaim: "That slimy son-of-a-bitch Willoughby. When are we going to be able to get him out of our lives?"

Rob sighed, "Not soon, I'm afraid. He keeps increasing his power base. All the more reason we need the best person as our mayor to deal with him and his state legislature. Our consensus is that would be you!"

"I don't know, Rob. I'll have to think about it and talk to my dad. Give me a couple days."

"OK, a couple days, but that's about all we can afford. Linda Bevan already has a head start. We need to start promoting our candidate! Also, you will undoubtedly receive calls from Barry Robertson, Jerry Kline and Cliff Bowman urging you to run. These are all good people who can really help you. Please listen to them!"

"Of course I will. I'll call you in a couple days."

Rob felt that initial conversation went reasonably well, and reported that to Barry, Jerry and Cliff along with his urging to call Will as soon as possible to help influence a "yes" from Will. In the meantime, it was back to the mountain to deal with the sluggish ski season.

Rob set up a conference call with his MBV team in Boston: Jake Cromwell, Todd Dalton and Sr. VP Alex Stephens. Rob delivered a status report that was not favorable, mostly due to the lack of snow. Rob shared John Larriman's patient point of view that this happens from time to time, but that the snow will eventually come, followed by droves of skiers.

Alex Stephens interrupted to say, "This is exactly the concern that many on the MBV Executive Committee had with our proposed JV venture into the ski business. Specifically, that this business is so dependent on the weather, and the weather can be so damned variable."

Rob quickly asserted: "I agree, but it's possible to minimize the unfavorable effect of the weather, at least the "no snow" part. Of course, that comes with a price tag."

Alex said, "I assume you're referring to snowmaking capabilities?"

"Yes, replied Rob, "Aura Mountain presently has no snowmaking capability, and frankly that's a serious shortcoming, especially when you consider that our competition at Mount Snow, Killington, and Stowe already have snowmaking equipment. That's where skiers will go during those weak snow periods."

Jake asked, "What would it take for us to level that playing field?"

Rob responded, "Investment in the equipment, a pumping station, piping, and perhaps an auxiliary water source, which we might need to man-make."

Todd commented, "That's a big-ticket investment, plus I assume there may be environmental and regulatory issues as well."

Rob replied, "Yes, but it seems hardly worthwhile to address any regulatory issues before knowing if we can afford to invest in snowmaking capability."

Alex countered, "I disagree, Rob. I wouldn't bring this forward to the Executive Committee until we know we have a clear pathway to implement the initiative. MBV is in good shape financially, so there shouldn't be an issue for the Executive Committee to fund this project, especially since the banks are eager to lend us money at very attractive rates. However, we would need to be assured of three things: 1) is this investment necessary to be competitive? 2) will regulatory issues impede project implementation? and 3) can we justify a favorable return on investment? You have a lot of work ahead of you before you'll be ready to present a compelling case to the Executive Committee, so by all means get started, and remember we're here to help."

Rob reflected on that call and thought immediately about the political initiative. He knew he would need support from the Aura Town Council and probably the Vermont State Legislature to accomplish the goal as it would inevitably involve building a pumping station, laying pipe, and perhaps most concerning, excavating a water supply. If Linda Bevan were elected mayor, it was not likely she would support any of this given her past environmental stands. Consequently, it would be imperative that the town elect Will Bradford mayor in the special March election for any chance of succeeding. Of course, there was also the specter of the state interfering as well. That became even more worrisome with the election of Martin Willoughby as a new state senator. Willoughby could never see how business and the environment could co-exist harmoniously, and secondly, Willoughby was no friend to Rob and Kristin.

A lot hinged on the election of Will Bradford to become the Aura mayor. Given his strong standing in the community, he would have the edge on all local battles, and this should also help with discussions in Montpelier. Rob thought, Will Bradford must run and win!
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Fortunately, Will did decide that being mayor would be cool, and as long as the job did not have to be full-time, he would agree to stand for election.

The Bradford campaign kicked into high gear. Rich conceived a hit-home, play-on-words slogan: "When there's a Will, there's a way." It was a clever and catchy slogan and it helped create a wave of excitement around town. There were no polls to predict outcome, but it seemed like everybody was buzzing about Will.

There would be a couple months to wait for the actual voting and official results, but the pulse was good. Rob settled back into his general manager role at the mountain, allowing brother Rich, Barry Robertson and Jerry Kline to guide and promote the candidate. Cliff Bowman assumed the less visible but very important role of administrative aide, counseling Will on current, past and future issues. Will was well informed and articulate about any issue that surfaced in his meetings with townspeople. Even Linda Bevan was impressed!

Back at the mountain, Rob and staff busily prepared for the eventual arrival of many skiers, but they needed more snow! There wasn't much more that could be done to upgrade Aura Lodge, which Kristin and Helen Larriman had decorated exquisitely – the place looked great! And the restaurant was fully stocked and ready for customers. They just needed customers, but that would require a few good snowfalls!

By mid-January, even the "patient" John Larriman was getting nervous. Aura Mountain had received only 24 inches of snow since November 1, enough to open no more than 20% of their ski trails. John's pride in proclaiming Vermont was the snow capital of the country was wearing thin. John had to admit there was a year that Aura Mountain received only about 50 inches of snow all season, compared to the more usual 180-200 inches. Could this be another "off" year like the one back in the 1950's?

John Larriman was definitely warming up to Rob's initiative to invest in snowmaking equipment. After all, the problem wasn't lack of cold weather, it was lack of snow. If the mountain could make its own snow, no need to worry about Mother Nature delivering her usual bounty of the white stuff.

Rob shared with John his discussion with the MBV group, which was essentially MBV could most likely get the funds, but Rob and John would have to make a cogent case to the Executive Committee. As Rob said, they needed to start receiving and analyzing information, and prepare to address any regulatory issues that might be relevant. John agreed and offered his full support. Staff was assigned to the project, and the wheels started moving.

Fortunately, February proved to be a snowy month, so Aura Mountain was humming with business, but Rob had not forgotten the lean months of December and January. He did not want to experience that again. Rob kept full pressure on the snowmaking project!

On the second Tuesday in March, Will Bradford was elected mayor. That ranked right up there with a 20-inch snow day. Rob was confident the town of Aura would never be the same, in a very good way.

At his first meeting with the Town Council in April, Will outlined his vision for a "town in motion" toward greater economic growth and an enhanced quality of life for all residents. Will emphasized that Aura needed to upgrade its downtown with more and better retail shops and restaurants, attract more inns or B&Bs to the area, improve the town library and other cultural centers, do more to make Lake Aura user friendly for both boaters and swimmers, and cooperate with Aura Mountain to help make that mountain one of the most popular skiways in New England. Will emphasized he wanted to see Aura evolve into one of the premier places to live and recreate in all of Vermont.

Will also said he believed strongly in the principle of "build it and they will come." If done well, the future Aura will offer greater prosperity and a better quality of life to all. He concluded his remarks by requesting that the Town Council should develop a master plan consistent with this vision. Not surprisingly, he appointed Barry Robertson and Jerry Kline as co-leaders for this project, and asked they provide an interim progress report to Council every three months. Barry and Jerry smiled approvingly. Linda Bevan groaned, and couldn't resist saying, "I look forward to hearing again Barry and Jerry's aspirational thoughts on this subject, but I urge all of us to sober up to our limited resources and environmental constraints."

Will responded, "Thank you, Linda. Point well taken. However, I'd like to encourage this group to think boldly, out of the box as some might say. Please also remember, the majority of our voters stepped forward to support our pledge of "When there's a Will, there's a way!"

Rob and Will, Barry Robertson, Jerry Kline and Cliff Bowman were all marching together on the master plans for Aura township and Aura Mountain. Rob was pleased there was forward motion on both. That is, until Willoughby struck again.

In June 1970, the Vermont legislature passed a daunting bill titled Act 250, the Land Use and Development Act for the state of Vermont. Senator Willoughby who led the Act 250 initiative claimed this new law was designed to mitigate the effects of development through an application process that would address the environmental and community impacts of projects within the state involving more than one acre, or more than 10 housing units, or any construction above 2,500 feet of elevation.

The primary considerations for Act 250 were: no adverse effects on historic sites or natural areas; no undue water or air pollution; no burdening of any existing water supply; no causing any unreasonable soil erosion; no creating any unreasonable burden on schools or government services; no adverse effect on energy conservation and utility services; and no adverse effect on any other Earth resources.

In other words, the state would now micromanage local development projects and make judgments about the viability and desirability of such projects. It was a liberal bureaucratic dream but an entrepreneur's nightmare!
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"Act 250" was tantamount to "Act Less" or like a state proclamation to developers that there would now be traffic slowdowns and detours, and that all drivers should expect delays.

It was a blow to Rob and Will's aggressive thinking. There would be no fast tracking of any master plans.

Rob met with the Aura Mountain team to discuss next steps. They had been ready to take their snowmaking capital plan to the MBV Executive Committee, but Rob recalled all too well Alex Stephen's admonition to address all regulatory hurdles first. Act 250 presented several high hurdles, especially for creating a water source, installing a piping network and building a pumping station.

Similarly, the Aura Town Council reviewed Barry and Jerry's proposed economic development master plan at its July meeting in light of the new Act 250. The Council had to question how the town could influence businesses to build new hotels, condominiums and restaurants in the downtown area with the Act 250 cloud hanging overhead? And the prospect of creating a sandy beach and parking area at Lake Aura for residents and visitors faded fast after reading all the criteria for environmental safeguarding.

However, rather than accept defeat, Will proposed that he travel to Montpelier to meet with Senator Willoughby to discuss their plans and hopefully gain his support and assistance to guide them through the Act 250 permitting process. Will also proposed that Rob should join him at this meeting since Aura Mountain's development plan was also affected and their plan was linked to the town's master plan. Linda Bevan scoffed at this suggestion saying the senator was no fan of Rob Jamison, so that could cause friction. Nevertheless, all the other Council members agreed it made sense for Will and Rob to present the senator with their coordinated plans for economic development.

Upon hearing from Will, Rob readily accepted Will's invitation to join him although Rob also raised the issue of the senator's antipathy toward him. "Nonsense," Will shot back. "This will be a team presentation of economically sound plans, and I expect the senator to listen objectively and react rationally."

"Are you sure you remember who this guy is?" Rob asked amusingly.

"I do but he's now a state senator and I expect he has raised his standards."

"OK, good buddy. We'll do this together, and I hope you're right."

Three days later, Will and Rob had their appointment with Senator Willoughby. They met at the Capitol building in Montpelier where the state legislature conducted its business. The Capitol building, which was also known as "The People's House," was a strikingly handsome Greek revival structure. Rob remarked jokingly to Will that it must have derived its "People's House" nickname from all the people who have been paying high taxes to build and maintain it.

Senator Willoughby broke the ice: "Gentlemen, what brings you to our fair capital city this warm summer day?"

Will opted to take the lead. "Senator, quite frankly, we need your help. The town of Aura and Aura Mountain Skiway have been cooperating on developing mutually beneficial expansion plans to achieve an invigorated economy for our special Green Mountain village. We were prepared to move ahead at a brisk pace, but the new Act 250 legislation hit us like a cold shower. We're going to need some help navigating through the maze of all these new regulations and we know you have been a major force behind this legislation."

Senator Willoughby responded, "First of all, I don't see Act 250 as a maze but rather a praiseworthy set of guidelines to help safeguard our environment, our small-town community life, and aesthetic character of our entire state. Secondly, I recall all too well the economic development plan that had been formerly developed by Barry Robertson and Jerry Kline when I was still mayor. I thought it was egregiously ambitious, bordering on being reckless, which is why I never allowed it to gain any traction. If your plans are more moderate, and more environmentally friendly, you should not worry about the Act 250 rules, but rather embrace them as guidance to do the right thing."

Rob spoke up: "Senator, our plans are not 'reckless,' but no question they are aggressive as we are attempting to stimulate the economy and raise the quality of life for all in our community. And we feel it's important to proceed post haste with many of our initiatives as it will take precious time for all our efforts and investment to achieve the desired results. Therefore, we could sure use your help to understand what we need to do to go as fast as possible."

"I'd be happy to read your master plans and give you some feedback," the senator offered graciously, "but ultimately you will need permitting approval from the District Commission, or perhaps from the newly created Vermont Environmental Board if appeals are necessary. The Act 250 process is not designed to be expeditious, but rather a comprehensive, cautious process. So, you may need to be patient with us, especially in this early phase as we implement the new Act 250 process."

"That sounds worrisome," Rob said bluntly.

Senator Willoughby responded pointedly, "Well I must admit your plans may not go forward at your desired speed, but if and when they do go forward you will have the benefit of exhaustive vetting that will minimize any negative consequences."

The senator's words were not comforting. Rob looked at Will and said, "I think we're going to need to spend a lot more time here in Montpelier!"

The senator smiled and said somewhat facetiously, "You might enjoy it. Montpelier is delightful small city. In fact, did you know that Montpelier is the smallest state capital city in the U.S.? Small, compact and convivial. Rob, you should bring Kristin here on one of your visits. Montpelier is renowned for its arts and entertainment, and I'd be delighted to host a dinner for all of us. By the way, how is Kristin?"

That last comment staggered Rob, a blow to the gut. He stammered, "She's fine, just fine, thank you."
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Several weeks elapsed without hearing back from Senator Willoughby. Rob and Alex Stephens concluded he was likely stalling, or not ever going to respond. Nevertheless, it was time to update the MBV Executive Committee on the situation.

It would not be a pleasant report. The first full ski season for the new JV venture was not favorable. Although there was a spurt of snow in mid-February, that snow had arrived too late to attract skiers during the important holiday and winter vacation periods that preceded, and total snowfall for the entire season was well below average. There was not even a surprise spring snowfall that often drives the avid skiers to the slopes for some celebratory spring sunshine skiing. It was a dismal ski season and business was down, well below projections. On the positive side, this would help make the case for investing in snowmaking resources, which Alex Stephens believed the Executive Committee would likely support, absent other factors. However, both Rob and Alex were concerned that the Committee would be distracted by the new Act 250 regulations which could complicate the project, cause delays, and raise costs beyond reasonable expectations.

The meeting would take place last week in July. Rob, John Larriman and staff worked hard on the presentation. Rob and John drove to Boston to meet with Alex Stephens and Jake Cromwell two days before the meeting to fine tune the presentation, and gain their endorsement. After much good discussion, they felt ready.

Rob called Kristin that evening from his hotel room at the Copley Plaza. He shared with Kristin highlights of his meeting with Alex and Jake but was more interested in how Kristin was feeling. She had conveyed to Rob yesterday morning that she was not feeling great, but assured she'd still get to the office at Aura Mountain. Kristin reported she was still feeling nauseous, and not too interested in eating, but that all was fine at the office. Rob encouraged her to see Doc Brown in the morning if she still wasn't feeling too well. Doc Brown was the local family doctor for pretty much everybody who lived around Lake Aura. Doc Brown had been caring for Kristin since she was 6 years old. Kristin assured Rob she would call Doc Brown in the morning.

The next day, the last day in July, Rob and John Larriman made their presentation to the MBV Executive Committee. Alex Stephens and Jake Cromwell were both present to lend their support. Although the members were not happy about the operating results, the Executive Committee acknowledged the wisdom of investing in snowmaking resources that could help overcome any snow shortfalls in the future. However, CEO Bob Cromwell cautioned they needed to learn more about the ramifications of this new Act 250 before charging forward. Rob agreed and assured that he and Aura Mayor Will Bradford would make another visit to Montpelier to talk to Senator Willoughby and other state legislators on that subject. It was agreed the snowmaking initiative would be tabled until they could gain more insights on that important regulatory subject.

Dismayed but not deterred, Alex suggested they all meet for dinner that evening to debrief and discuss next steps. Rob returned to his hotel room to refresh and call Kristin. He was hopeful she at least had a better day than he did.

"Did you see Doc Brown today?" Rob asked immediately.

"I did," Kristin said.

"And?" Rob asked with a raised inflection.

"Not to worry. I'll be OK. I'll give you his full report when you get home. How was your day and your presentation?"

"Not the best. I mean the presentation went OK, but the Committee elected to table the project until we get more information about potential impact of that damn Act 250."

"That's a bit of a bummer," Kristin asserted.

"It is a bummer," echoed Rob, "but at least the project is not dead. If we can get better guidance and some support from Senator Willoughby that the state will not deter or overburden us, I think MBV will eventually approve. But it might be easier to fly to the moon than get Willoughby's help on this."

"I sense you're not too happy."

"I'm not, but I do understand MBV's reluctance to move ahead quickly. That damn legislation is just demoralizing. But at least you're OK, right? Please tell me straight – you're OK, right?"

"I am, Rob. I just didn't want to tell you Doc Brown's report until you got home."

"Kristin, please. I need to know what Doc Brown had to say. I'll be worried all the way home. That's not good for focusing on my driving!"

"OK, I'll tell you. I'm pregnant. Two months pregnant."

"Wow – that's great news! Why didn't you want to tell me?"

"It's not that I didn't want to tell you. I wanted to tell you in person. It's a magical moment in our life and I wanted to be with you when I shared this wonderful news. I'm already very emotional about it."

"Well I'm ecstatic. I understand what you mean because I want to give you a big hug right now, and I can't. But I am very glad you told me. No more board meeting blues. I must have dinner this evening with Alex, Jake and John but then it's straight home tomorrow...for that big hug. I love you, Kristin."

"I love you, too, Rob. Hurry home."
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It was a little after 7 pm. Kristin was still thinking about her phone call with Rob, and she was smiling to herself. She hadn't intended to tell him the news over the phone, but she was glad she did. His reaction was perfect, and he clearly needed some good news after his board meeting. Her parents were out for the evening working an event on the mainland, so Kristin just relaxed in her favorite living room chair, clicked on their special state of Vermont lamp with the moose shapes decorating the lamp shade and perused the pamphlet Doc Brown had given her this morning describing expectations for the three trimesters of pregnancy.

All was peaceful and quiet until that knock on the door. Kristin approached the door cautiously. It's not that there should be any danger, but folks around this neighborhood didn't generally make an unannounced visit after 7 pm.

She opened the door a crack and couldn't believe her eyes. It was Senator Martin Willoughby!

"Hi Kristin. I was hoping you and Rob would be here. I have some feedback for Rob on the project he discussed with me a couple weeks ago in Montpelier."

"I'm sorry but Rob is not here," Kristin said anxiously.

"Oh, OK, that's too bad, but I do have some comments on his development plan. I could make a few notes that you could pass on to him. May I come in – it'll just take a few minutes."

Kristin just stared at him, too apprehensive and unsure about how to handle this situation. He is a state senator, and unquestionably an influential person who could help Rob and the Aura Mountain project initiatives. On the other hand, this monster was a sex predator, and he still might be.

Before Kristin could say anything, Senator Willoughby casually pushed open the door and made his way in.

"Do you have some paper and a pen, Kristin? I'll jot down a few notes for Rob."

Kristin, looking dazed, just nodded and headed into the kitchen to get paper and a pen.

Kristin opened the drawer where she knew her mother kept the notepaper, pens and pencils. She had not noticed that Willoughby had followed her into the kitchen. When she turned around with pen and paper in hand, she was startled by Willoughby's presence and dropped the pen. Willoughby stooped over to pick it up and stepped toward Kristin to hand it to her. However, as Kristin extended her hand to take it, Willoughby grabbed her by the arm.

"This seems like an ideal occasion to revisit past times," Willoughby said with a sinister laugh.

He pulled Kristin toward him, embracing her tightly. Kristin tried to pull out of his embrace, but she just wasn't strong enough. She screamed at him to please back off. When he wouldn't, Kristin begged him to stop and shrieked at him that she was two months pregnant.

Willoughby chuckled, "Two months, heh? Good deal for us. No need for any protection tonight - right?"

Kristin snarled at him in disgust, "You are a pig, Martin Willoughby, a rapist pig!" As she struggled again to wriggle out of his grasp, Kristin looked away and noticed the paring knife that was still on the counter from dinner. It was a little out of reach, but she thought she might be able to maneuver closer to it.

Willoughby started groping Kristin's backside as he pressed himself into her body. Kristin could feel his bulging penis and knew this was not going to end well. As he continued to press Kristin she arched backward toward the counter close to where that paring knife rested, however, it was still out of reach. Willoughby continued to thrust, now pinning Kristin against the counter. He was undoubtedly thinking he had her captive, and he started to make his move to strip her jeans. As he did, he pushed Kristin just far enough along the counter that she was within reach of that that potentially liberating paring knife.

As Willoughby bent his head down focused on removing Kristin's jeans, Kristin grabbed the paring knife and without hesitation thrust it into Willoughby's lower left side, between the hip and buttocks.

Willoughby fell to the floor, shrieking with pain. Blood started streaming from his wound, and he was gasping for breath. Kristin quickly reached for the phone, dialed 911 and exhorted the police officer who answered to dispatch a patrol car and ambulance immediately to the Anderson residence on Upper Lake Road.

It didn't take long. A police car arrived within 10 minutes. Two officers jumped from the car, hands on their holstered weapon, and raced to the Anderson's front door. Kristin met them there and led them to kitchen to find Willoughby curled up on the floor, bleeding and moaning in pain.

The two officers were startled. They looked at each other in disbelief. "Isn't this Senator Willoughby?" one of the officers asked in disbelief.

"Yes it is," Kristin asserted matter-of-factly.

"Damn, what is he doing here and what the hell happened? What a disaster this is," the officer railed.

At that moment, the ambulance arrived, and the medics raced inside to rescue the victim. Needless to say, they were shocked to find Senator Willoughby prostrate on the floor in obvious in pain. They could clearly see the senator had been stabbed in the side and was bleeding badly. They rushed into action, lifting him carefully onto a stretcher, and carrying him swiftly into the ambulance. One medic stayed with the senator in the back of the ambulance, administering an IV and watching closely that he remained conscious. The ambulance then sped down Upper Lake Road with red lights flashing and sirens blaring.

The two police officers turned back to Kristen. "We're going to need a thorough explanation from you, young lady, and it better be good!"

The three of them sat in the living room while Kristin conveyed her nightmarish story. She confined her comments solely on this evening's inappropriate actions by Senator Willoughby, not mentioning at all any of their past sexual encounters that occurred before she was married while Willoughby was mayor and Rob was away in the Peace Corps.

The officers listened in stunned silence to Kristin's account of the senator's attempted rape. Kristen made a compelling case about using the paring knife to defend herself against this strong-willed sex predator who would not back off despite her resistance and pleas. The officers dutifully wrote down all her remarks and said they would include her remarks in their report, but that they also needed to get the Willoughby's version of the story.

As the officers were leaving they advised Kristin to stay close to home and to be very careful with whom she talked about this incident. They warned this could become explosive and get ugly. There was no question that there would be follow-up, and it was very likely there would be criminal charges filed, even if Kristin didn't file charges. The officers said their good-byes politely and advised Kristin that someone would be coming shortly to recover the senator's car.
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After the police officers left, Kristin felt herself trembling. She had held it together well throughout this horrific ordeal including her tense interaction with the police. But now, alone with her thoughts and reflections on the evening, she felt chilled and shaky. Her parents would be returning home in about an hour, that would help, but right now she needed Rob in the worst way. She called the Copley Hotel in Boston and left a message for him at the front desk. If she had known what restaurant he was dining at, she would have called him there. Given his long day, Kristin hoped he would soon return to the hotel to receive her message.

At about 10:30 pm, Rob called. "Got your message, Kristin, anything wrong?"

Kristin started to relate what happened, but she broke down. Sobbing, she tried to keep speaking but her words were blurred by her short-winded breathing.

All Rob really needed to hear was "Martin Willoughby was here." Rob told Kristin to "hold on" and that he'd be there in about 4 hours, less if the highway patrol didn't stop him for speeding.

It was the middle of the night when Rob arrived back in Aura even though Rob had managed to make the drive in 3 ½ hours. Kristin was still up, being comforted by her parents who also couldn't sleep after hearing the frightening drama that their daughter had to endure. Rob wrapped his arms around his still trembling wife, hugging her tightly and comfortingly without the need to say anything. He was struck by how her body kept quivering as she sobbed. It was a scary, unsettling time for Rob and Kristin.

It was a short night. Rob, Kristin and her parents managed to get four hours sleep by the time the phone rang at 9:00 am. It was Chief of Police Tom Milligan calling. Chief Milligan was a long-time veteran of the Aura police force, and chief for the past five years. He was nearing retirement at age 60, but he was still sharp as a tack and as amiable as a police officer could be. He knew the Andersons well from years back and recalled with great pleasure the heroic efforts of Rob Jamison and Mayor Will Bradford on the local Aura High School football field. He spoke compassionately.

"Rob, I'm deeply sorry for the very unseemly and uncomfortable event of last evening at the Anderson's home. I am sure Kristin is suffering from the after effects of such a traumatic episode, made especially difficult since it involved Senator Willoughby. I appreciate that Kristin is not going to file charges and I hope you support that as any legal action in this case would be messy and highly politically charged."

"I do understand, and I do agree we will not be filing any charges," Rob offered graciously. "How is the senator doing?"

"He's doing OK. He is resting as comfortably as he could despite that nasty wound Kristin inflicted. However, the doctor says his wound will heal just fine, and there should be no permanent damage."

"That's good to hear," Rob interjected.

"Yes, that is good news," Chief Milligan continued. "Furthermore, the senator also agrees he will not be filing any charges. His statement to us was that the incident was the result of a serious misunderstanding. According to Senator Willoughby, he approached Kristin to give her an affectionate hug as one does with former associates, but evidently Kristin misread his overture as too strong and she overreacted. The senator regrets this had to happen, but he said he chooses to be understanding, and to dismiss the incident as just an unfortunate occurrence."

"That's nice of the senator. I guess we should appreciate that."

"Yes, you should," Chief Milligan said with a heavier tone. "One other thing, Rob. Senator Willoughby said he would like to see you before he heads back to Montpelier. He has some comments for you on a proposal you gave him that he would like to discuss with you. Evidently that was the reason he paid a visit to the Anderson's home last evening, but you obviously weren't there."

"Correct, I was in Boston on business," Rob clarified. "But I raced home in the middle of the night after I heard what happened."

"Glad you did," Chief Milligan commented. "I'm sure Kristin needed you."

"She did, desperately. OK, I'll get over to the infirmary after I shower, and visit with Senator Willoughby."

"Thank you, Rob. And best advice I can give you is be nice, let this go, and move on."

"Yes, that's good advice. Believe me, I do know who I am dealing with and I know his bite can be lethal."

"You got it," Chief Milligan acknowledged. "Good luck."

Later that morning Rob entered the Aura Infirmary. Upon introduction, he was escorted to the senator's private room.

"Hi Rob, thanks for coming over."

"No problem, and sorry about the unfortunate incident at the Anderson's last night. How are you feeling?"

"I'm doing OK. The docs have me stitched up well, and they're feeding me 800 mg Motrin every four hours to lessen the pain. Please allow me to apologize for what happened last night. Evidently Kristin felt I was coming on too strong with my friendly hug. She was always one of my favorite employees, so I may have overdone my hug. I don't think I deserved a knife to the buttocks, but I accept I may have startled her, especially since you weren't home."

"Yes, I regret I wasn't home. We would have avoided that bad scene, and hopefully had a good conversation. I assume you had come over to share your comments about our development plan?"

"Yes, of course. When you weren't there I was going to leave you some written comments, but we never got that far."

"Is now a good time to discuss?"

"Yes, that's one of the reasons I wanted to see you. I've thought a lot about what you and Mayor Bradford proposed to do. I thought even more about it this morning. I wish there was something I could do to help you and Will navigate through the new Act 250 regulations, but I can't. I frankly don't even agree with what you want to do for both substantive and environmental reasons. I was thinking I would just stand aside and let you deal with the District Commission. But upon further thinking about it, I think I'll need to convey my negative comments to the Commission and the Vermont Environmental Board. Given those comments, I have to tell you there's no way the Commission or the Environmental Board will allow you to proceed with your plans."

"That's chilling," Rob said looking shocked and disappointed.

"Yes, well we all have to be true to our principles, right? On a positive note, I've already told Chief Milligan that I'm not going to press charges against Kristin. That should make us even."

Rob looked at Martin Willoughby straight in the eyes and said sharply, "Not even close!"

Rob did an abrupt about face and walked briskly out of the room.

Upon leaving the infirmary, Rob drove directly to see Will Bradford and Cliff Bowman.

Rob was tense and clearly upset when he stomped into the Town office building.

"Whoa, big fella," Will said motioning Rob to sit down. "You look like you're preparing to kick some ass."

Rob grimaced and said emphatically, "I am!" He didn't sit down, preferring to pace around the room as he proceeded to tell Will and Cliff the horror story of the preceding evening at the Anderson's home, and his meeting this morning with Senator Willoughby.

"Unfortunately, I think we're now between a rock and a hard place," Rob said with dismay. "This son-of-a-bitch has virtually said he will take steps to block all our efforts to enhance our community and the skiway. We need to figure out how to fight back."

"Perhaps like Kristin did!" Will said sarcastically but with a glint in his glare.

"Yeah, we need to stick it to him, just like Kristin did to this perverted sex predator," Rob snarled. "The issue is how can we do that, short of asking Kristin to go after him next time with a longer knife," Rob said chuckling at his own little joke.

Cliff Bowman interjected, "You know guys, there may be a sharper knife that could bring that guy down."

"I assume you're talking metaphorically, but pray tell what do you have in mind?" Rob asked eagerly.

"I go back with Martin Willoughby several years," Cliff continued. "There are things that happened while he was mayor that were suspiciously illegal or at least immoral. Let me do some digging. I might be able to find that long, sharp knife!"

"Go to it, Cliff," Will Bradford encouraged. "But I must warn you, tread carefully. This guy has obviously assembled a posse of powerful allies. Don't let that long, sharp knife you seek become the sword of Damocles hanging over your head!"

"Not to worry," Cliff attempted to assure, "I am familiar with the snake pit. I will tread carefully, and if I do find that knife, metaphorically speaking, I will confer with Larry Whitmore before taking any action. May I assume you all agree Larry is a trustworthy ally to us, and an exceptionally capable attorney?"

"Smart thinking," Rob was quick to say. "Yes, I am totally confident with Attorney Whitmore."

"I concur," Will said echoing the favorable sentiment for Larry Whitmore. "However, please don't pull Larry into this until you feel you have something that could really be damaging to Willoughby."

"For sure," Cliff agreed. "But don't expect anything quickly. It will take a while for me to find the right hole to dig into. If I hit pay dirt, you two will be the first to know!"

"Thanks Cliff," Rob said appreciatively. "I realize that path will take a while. In the meantime, I will have to inform John Larriman and the MBV management group that our development plans have hit a major roadblock. I guess Bob Cromwell and the MBV Executive Committee were right to defer action until we learned more about the Act 250 effect. Although this is not the effect I thought we'd learn...it's far worse!"
CHAPTER 56

For too many, that first year of the new decade, 1970, brought hardship and disappointment. Although Mass Bay Ventures had experienced good results (except for its new enterprise at Aura Mountain), it had been a dreadful year for most in the U.S. Inflation was running hot at 6.0%, the highest inflation rate since the Korean War; the prime interest rate hit 8.5%; and the unemployment rate hovered around 6% by year end.

The new year 1971 would not deliver much better tidings. President Nixon mandated temporary wage and price controls as part of the "Nixon Shock" plan to stimulate the economy and curb inflation, which actually made matters worse. That misguided judgment underscored that government administrations can make bad policy decisions, especially if allowed too much power. Compounding that point, 1971 was also the year of the "Pentagon Papers," that revealed how the previous Johnson administration had deceived Congress and the American people about the scope of the Viet Nam War - specifically that it was not abating but rather escalating with bombings in nearby Cambodia and Laos, and coastal raids in North Vietnam. This angered many and created a serious credibility problem for the government.

So, it was not a time of great joy, pride or productive achievement for the U.S. All the more reason one would have to question the wisdom and timing of the Vermont legislature's passing of its Act 250 regulations that would delay, complicate and potentially burden favorable new construction projects. That was the backdrop that Rob, John Larriman and Will Bradford had to deal with, but in fact it was even worse due to another underperforming winter snow season. The ski business at Aura Mountain was dismal. Not even a late spring snow fall could offset the winter shortfall. Revenue was even lower than the previous year, which had set the record low. Rob already worried about the depressing report he would have to make to the MBV Executive Committee in late April.

Rob would have been totally dispirited if weren't for one of the most uplifting events of his life – the birth of his daughter, Elizabeth Patricia Jamison, on the first of February. She was a healthy 6 pounds 10 ounces and she was adorable, like a little princess should be. Both parents claimed "Lisa" looked like them, but any objective observer would have to say Lisa looked more like Kristin, which was a good thing.

The only other good thing that had happened over the past several months was that Bradford Construction finished construction of Rob and Kristin's new home on Upper Lake Road. They had moved in late October and had worked diligently to get the home ready for Baby Lisa's arrival, including setting up "Lisa's room" on the second floor. The walls were decorated with a pink "LISA" banner and silver silhouettes of little skaters and skiers.

Both sets of grandparents were ecstatic, not only because of their first grandchild, but also because there was now a little community of Andersons and Jamisons on Upper Lake Road. Both Betty Anderson and Patty Jamison volunteered to assist with baby care and babysitting anytime. They loved saying, "we're your nanny center and we're just a little way down the road!"

Baby Lisa was the ray of sunshine, the energy boost that Rob needed to contend with the unfavorable business circumstances. Until he could unlock the resources for upgrading equipment and expanding the operations, he knew he needed a "Plan B" to present to MBV management. That just might have to be the acquisition of a competitive skiway that could help achieve economies of scale for Aura Mountain, or at least a joint venture with such a skiway. Rob discussed this with John Larriman, and they agreed to make a few calls.

No skiway was doing exceptionally well this winter, or last, so there was a willingness to talk to Rob and John about "possibilities." However, as April approached, there was no truly substantive progress, just talk. Rob was reluctant to share "just talk" with the MVB management group, therefore the outlook appeared bleak for a promising meeting with the Executive Committee in April.

Then Cliff Bowman called.

"Rob, I believe I have found the key to the door we've been trying to unlock!"

"What door is that?" Rob asked sounding a little bewildered.

"Willoughby!" Cliff said pointedly. "I think we're going to have what it will take for Martin Willoughby to open the door, welcome us in, and help shepherd us through the Act 250 permitting process."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, but you have my full attention if you're talking about sticking it to Willoughby!"

"I am."

"How about if we meet at the Hob Nob in about an hour?"

"Perfect. Great draft beer there, and believe me you'll want a mug or two after you hear what I have to tell you."

"I assure you I will be thirsty. Look forward to seeing you in one hour."

Rob and Cliff arrived at the Hob Nob Pub about the same time and settled into a secluded booth in the corner. The waiter arrived promptly and took their orders for two draft beers.

After the waiter left, Rob could wait no longer: "OK, Cliff, open that door for me – what do you have?"

Cliff smiled and said, "Remember Shelly Percy?"

"Shelly, the mailman? Sure, everybody knew Shelly. What's he got to do with anything?"

"Shelly was one of Mayor Willoughby's informers. Shelly would visit the mayor from time to time to share tidbits of information or gossip about local townspeople. I always thought it was a little strange when Shelly came into the town office with mail, and then lingered to see the mayor personally. However, one day the mayor shared with me some gossip that he attributed to Shelly. So, I became aware that Shelly was a kind of sleuth for the mayor."

"OK, a little slippery but nothing wrong or illegal about that," Rob said matter-of-factly.

There was a pause as the beers arrived. Rob and Cliff clinked mugs and each took a long pull on their brew.

"Hits the spot," Cliff said with a contented grin, and then resumed his breaking news: "The Shelly-Willoughby connection got much closer about a year ago. Shelly retired from the Postal Department, and Willoughby hired him to be a file clerk in the town office."

"Again, nothing wrong with that, is there?" Rob said quizzically.

"Not necessarily," Cliff acknowledged, "but it was a very cushy job that many could do, but handing it to Shelly, one of Willoughby's loyal sleuths, smacked a little bit like a political spoils appointment."

"I hear you. That may have been a questionable action by the mayor, but not against the law." Rob asserted. "So, where are you going with this?"

"The plot thickens," Cliff continued. "Shelly is now in a hospice in Rutland, unfortunately suffering from terminal pancreatic cancer. As a friend and co-worker, I thought I should visit to offer Shelly some comfort and compassion, and maybe gain more insight into the Willoughby connection."

"How did that go?"

"Glad I went," Cliff said. "Shelly is sadly very sick, and it was clear he very much appreciated my visit. We reminisced about the good times, and we shared a few office stories. As we talked about the office, I casually asked him if Willoughby still stays in touch because it appeared to many of us that he and Willoughby were close."

"I can't wait to hear the answer to that, although I bet I could guess."

"Right, as you undoubtedly surmised, Shelly has not heard from Willoughby since he became a senator. Shelly said Willoughby doesn't need him anymore and that he's a dead weight for him now."

"What do you suppose he meant by that 'dead weight' comment?" Rob wondered.

"Right on – that's what I wanted to find out, so I probed. I asked Shelly if Willoughby had ever asked him to do something that he regretted doing."

"That's hot. Did you get a straight answer?"

"I did, and you won't believe it. Probably because he was relaxed talking to me, and probably because he knows he's close to the end and felt an urge to cleanse his soul, he opened up about an episode in his life that he disdained and deeply regretted. He told me about the evening he torched a house on Lake Aura per instructions from Martin Willoughby."

"A house on Upper Lake Road?" Rob asked the leading question.

"Yes, but it wasn't 'Upper Lake Road' at the time. There was still no access road then, so Shelly described how he rowed over to that other side of the lake in his old row boat under cover of darkness. Mayor Willoughby had assured him that no one was at home so he wouldn't be harming anybody. So he did it, but when he saw the flames consuming the house from his row boat as he made his way back across the lake, he said he was sick to his stomach. He knew immediately he really had harmed some people, two very good people whom he liked very much. He had just destroyed their home and years of fond memories, and he'd never forgive himself, or Martin Willoughby, for that reprehensible act."

"Wow, that's shocking and unsettling. Did you happen to ask Shelly if he knew why Willoughby had directed him to do this dastardly deed?"

"I did. He said Willoughby told him the Andersons hadn't paid their property taxes for three years, and they needed to be taught a lesson. We know differently, of course, but that's the garbage that Willoughby fed him."

"OK, well this is certainly defamatory and potentially incriminating information, but what can we do with it, and how?

Cliff responded: "We think you and Mayor Bradford should confront Senator Willoughby head-on with this."

"Who's the we?"

"Oh yeah, I did confer with Attorney Whitmore about this explosive revelation. He advised that unless I could get a signed affidavit from Shelly, we have nothing to stand on in court because my tape recording would be inadmissible."

"Wait a minute – what tape recording?"

"I forgot to mention that when Shelly started to talk about Willoughby, I clicked on my hand-held recorder, which I had concealed in my pocket. This is a device I often use at our Town Council meetings during discussions of the more technical topics so that I could report details accurately. Anyway, I had the device with me, just in case, and I got lucky."

"Brilliant! But why couldn't we use it in court?"

"Attorney Whitmore said if I recorded someone without telling them in advance that such testimony would be deemed inadmissible. Therefore, he advised me to get a signed written affidavit from Shelly, assuming Shelly would be too ill to appear in court, or worse not even alive by the time this issue might reach a court."

"Do you think you could get Shelly to sign a written affidavit?"

"No. Shelly was forlorn and contrite just talking to me, privately he thought, like confessing to a priest. I wouldn't even ask him if he'd be willing to go public with this story by signing an affidavit. I think he would feel I was betraying him, and that I would be defaming whatever good character and good reputation he could leave behind in peoples' memories."

"Well let's remember he committed a felony."

"Let's also remember his Maker will be judging him shortly. Let's also remember that our real target is Willoughby, not Shelly."

"OK, do you have any plan of action in mind?"

"Yes," Cliff replied. "This is what I meant earlier when I said we think you and Mayor Bradford should confront Senator Willoughby directly on this, face to face."

"With or without testimony from Shelly?"

"Attorney Whitmore suggests you play that coyly, that is affirm to Willoughby that you have evidence of his complicity in the arson of a home on Lake Aura. If he scoffs at that, play the tape. He may or may not realize that the tape would be inadmissible in court, but he would have to be concerned that the current mayor of Aura knows of the crime and could bring the weight of the legal system down upon him. Willoughby would never accept such a risk."

"But we don't really want to take him to trial, do we?"

"No. Attorney Whitmore advised that would be our last resort. However, Attorney Whitmore believes the implied threat of a law suit and an embarrassing trial will compel Willoughby to negotiate his way out of this serious predicament."

"What should be our negotiating position?"

"Attorney Whitmore strongly advises that your objective at this time should be only gaining Willoughby's advocacy for the town and Aura Mountain development projects, which includes insisting that he remain neutral on any Act 250 considerations. It also means that we insist that he retract any negative comments he may have already made to the District Commission and the Vermont Environmental Board on the subject."

"I understand using our leverage to neutralize Willoughby on any Act 250 issues, but don't we have an obligation to our citizens to take this further? This guy is a sex predator and an arsonist. He is a creep and a criminal. Shouldn't we use what evidence we have to prosecute this guy and get him tossed out of office?"

"I hear you and I'm sympathetic. However, Attorney Whitmore believes we would fail at this time and we would only dig a deeper hole for ourselves. He strongly advises that we just put Willoughby on notice now and use our leverage to help accomplish some good things for our community. Win the battle, but not ready to win the war. Whitmore believes there will be another day to win the war because this guy is so deranged he will screw up again, the next time on a larger stage."

"That doesn't set well with me, but I know I must be pragmatic and accept advice of counsel. Will do, but even with Whitmore's plan, I would worry that while we might gain an advantage, Shelly Percy might become the victim of a Willoughby retaliation."

"Yes, which is why I and Attorney Whitmore believe you should defer this meeting with Senator Willoughby until after Shelly passes. Trust me, that won't be long."
CHAPTER 57

It was time for the April meeting with the MBV Executive Committee. The business report for the latest 12 months would not be good, but Rob now felt he could confidently assert that their business situation would become more favorable...soon. He just couldn't tell them how, because he and Will had not yet had their "head on" collision meeting with Senator Willoughby. Shelly Percy was still hanging on, by a thread.

Rob did his best to shine a bright light on future prospects for the Aura Mountain Skiway JV. He was asked by George Franklin, the CFO, if he had had the planned follow-up meeting with Senator Willoughby to melt the ice on the Act 250 issues. Rob was forced to say no, but asserted that would likely happen soon, and he thought there would be a favorable outcome.

CFO Franklin followed up on that, questioning Rob as to why he thought there would be a favorable outcome. Rob responded: "I am just confident that Mayor Bradford and I will make a compelling case to the senator that our development plans are in the best interest of the Aura community and the state of Vermont and that we will be compliant with new Land Use and Development Act, aka Act 250."

At this point, CFO Franklin turned to Senior VP Alex Stephens and asked him to comment. Stephens said, "Rob, last week we asked our independent counsel, Ropes & Brown, to meet with the senator privately to discuss objectively the likelihood of moving beyond the impasse with your plans. Unfortunately, the senator was not optimistic. In fact, the senator stated rather emphatically to Ropes & Brown that it was not likely."

"Well I didn't know about that meeting of course, but Mayor Bradford and I haven't had our follow-up meeting yet with the senator, and I am confident that our meeting will change his outlook."

"Why is that?" Alex asked.

"I can't get into the details," Rob said apologetically, "but let's just say we will be sharing with the senator some comments from at least one influential individual that should alter the senator's perspective."

CEO Bob Cromwell inserted himself into the conversation at this point, "Rob, I trust that you believe what you say. However, we have concluded that this ski business may not be a good venture for MBV to continue. The national economy is hurting, unemployment is too high, and inflation is pressing everybody's pocketbook. Furthermore, we fear the Nixon administration's wage and price controls will make matters worse. All this will affect consumers' discretionary spending, especially on leisure pursuits like skiing. Add to that sub-optimal ski conditions which Aura Mountain has experienced these past two years and it's hard to feel positive about this business."

"So, what are you saying – are you thinking of pulling out?" Rob asked anxiously.

Bob Cromwell paused and then said calmly, "We here at MVB always need to assess how our capital is employed to optimize return for our shareholders and employees. Upon review and reflection on this ski business, we no longer believe it is in our best interest to continue our investment in it. Therefore, yes, we will be looking to sell our equity stake in the Aura Mountain JV."

Rob's face turned a pasty white as he listened to Bob Cromwell's shocking pronouncement. What would happen to him and all his ambitious plans?

Bob Cromwell continued, "You're probably wondering how this decision will affect you?"

Rob nodded without speaking.

"Two options for you to consider. One, you return to MBV here in Boston for re-assignment to another project. Or two, we sell our 50% share of the Aura Mountain JV to you and Jake, 25% each.

"I do favor the second option," Rob was quick to say, "but first a couple questions right off the top: 1) are you sure this is what Jake would want to do? and 2) what would be your price for selling your 50% interest to Jake and me?"

"I have both those answers for you," Bob said with a twinkle in his eye. "First, I've discussed this in depth with my son and this is precisely what Jake wants to do. He believes in you and Aura Mountain and he wants to be a very engaged part of Aura's future as its business development manager. Secondly, with regard to selling our 50% to you and Jake, I'll let our CFO, George Franklin, explain how that could work."

Bob looked at his CFO and nodded his approval to address that issue as they had already presumably discussed. George Franklin then said, "Rob, you undoubtedly recall that MBV invested $1.35 million upfront to gain our 50% share of Aura Mountain Skiway. Furthermore, over the past two years we invested another $200,000 in improvements, and unfortunately, we lost money on the bottom line both years. Therefore, for MBV to come close to break-even, we would need to ask about $1.5 million for our 50% share, or $750,000 from both you and Jake."

Rob gulped. "Well maybe Jake has that kind of money, but I surely don't, so there's really no need to discuss this option any further."

George Franklin responded, "Now hold on, Rob, there is good reason to discuss this option further. You recall when you joined us you invested most of your proceeds from your gold coin collection into the MBV investment plan. That was a wise decision as MBV has done well and your MBV stock in the that plan is currently worth $750,000. We would be willing to trade 25% equity in Aura Mountain for your shares in our MBV fund. Would you be interested in that arrangement?"

"Yes, I would be interested." Rob answered quickly, but added, "however, I'm not sure it would work well financially for me. As I believe you know, I'm a new dad and have just recently moved into a new home. As much as I'd like to be a business owner, or co-owner, I'd be hesitant to do this without some savings in the bank to support my family if needed."

Bob Cromwell jumped in "What if our offer was your MBV stock in exchange for 25% equity in the JV and $25,000 cash for you?"

CFO Franklin looked startled at his CEO's proposal, but Bob Cromwell motioned to George that he would be OK with that.

Rob smiled and said with an excited tone, "Yes, that would work for me!"

"OK, we can make that work, and I'm sure my son Jake will like those terms as well," CEO Cromwell proclaimed with a pleased look on his face.

CFO Franklin chimed in: "Not to spoil the fun, but you know by contract we need John Larriman's approval on any sale of our equity to a third party."

Bob Cromwell smiled at his CFO and said with wink to Rob, "Understood, but from what I've heard, I'm betting John Larriman will organize a celebratory parade for Rob and Jake after the closing!"
CHAPTER 58

Jake Cromwell was waiting nearby outside the conference room. As Rob approached and gave Jake a thumbs-up signal, Jake reached out to shake Rob's hand, but Rob opted to give Jake a big bear hug instead. The two Peace Corps buddies would be uniting again, closer than ever. It was obvious the two pals could not be happier.

Rob hurried to a phone to convey the good news to Kristin. She was ecstatic. "Co-owner," she kept saying, "what a beautiful sound! You just keep amazing me, Mr. Jamison."

Rob then called Will and Cliff and said it was urgent to meet.

The three agreed to meet the next day at Will's office in the Town Hall building.

Rob began by sharing his big news about his new "ownership" status at the Aura Mountain Skiway.

"Wow, not just general manager, but now owner as well!" Will exclaimed excitedly.

"Co-owner," corrected Rob. "Let's not forget John Larriman and my new partner, Jake Cromwell. They also have a substantial stake in this company."

"Got it, but you all seem to get along very well," Will commented.

"We do," Rob agreed. "I just want us all to be clear that there are three partners now."

"Meaning what?" Will asked.

"Meaning I feel obliged to explain to John and Jake what we're intending to do concerning Senator Willoughby. You know that whole caper could backfire in our face, and that now includes John and Jake as my partners. I think the three of us should meet with John and Jake to explain what we intend to do, and why. We need their support as well."

"Can do," Will affirmed, and Cliff nodded his concurrence. "However, we might want to wait until Shelly's condition resolves. No reason to risk confidentiality issues."

"Good point," Rob acknowledged. "Any update on Shelly's condition?"

Cliff responded, "I checked with the hospice yesterday. I was told that Shelly is terribly weak and in much pain. Evidently, he's receiving a high level of morphine to mitigate the pain. All the signs indicate that the end is near."

"That's very sad," Rob lamented. "I wish there was something we could do to help comfort Shelly. Even though he is the one who actually torched the Anderson's home, he is basically a good guy, and friend to many."

"I feel similarly," Cliff said with a sympathetic tone, "however, about all we could do now would be to pray for him and his soul."

The phone rang at Cliff's desk. "Excuse me gentlemen, I should answer that."

A few minutes later Cliff returned to Will's office. "That was the hospice in Rutland. The end has arrived."

"A moment of silence for Shelly," Rob suggested.

The three men bowed their heads and said a little prayer for Shelly.

"OK, it's time to initiate action," Rob said with conviction. "First step should be our meeting with John and Jake. I will arrange that for Friday, if OK with you."

Will and Cliff nodded their approval.

"Secondly, since I think we can anticipate that they both will support our initiative, I suggest that you, Mayor Bradford, call the senator's office to arrange a meeting in Montpelier. I don't expect that the senator will be overly accommodating with his schedule so take the earliest date offered."

"I'm sure the senator's administrative assistant will ask the reason for our requested meeting, so any suggestion?" Will asked.

"How about important local news that could affect how the state legislature governs?"

"That's seriously sly and foxy," Will said grinning ear to ear.

Didn't you ever hear that old, wise expression that with foxes we must play the fox?" Rob returned the grin.

"No, but I like it, and it definitely fits our game plan!"

On Friday Rob, Will and Cliff sat around the conference table with John Larriman and Jake Cromwell. Rob started to tee up the plan to challenge Willoughby with an ultimatum. However, before Rob could get into any details, John Larriman felt the urge to expound on how much he disdained the former mayor.

Larriman railed against Mayor Willoughby's practice of raising local taxes that he redistributed to cronies rather than reinvesting in the community. But the real kicker was the time he was stiffed by the mayor when the mayor brought the Town Council members, their spouses, and all staff that reported to the mayor to a ski outing at Aura Mountain. John cleared the lift lines for the mayor's guests and made available a private room in Aura Lodge where the guests could enjoy coffee and sweet rolls in the morning; sandwiches, chips, soft drinks, beer and wine in the afternoon. The mayor sent a nice thank-you note afterward, but not a dime of compensation.

John described the former mayor in very unflattering terms: self-centered, pompous, of questionable character, and misguided on how to manage a municipality for the good of all the people. It was a mystery to John how someone so second-rate could be elevated to a state leadership position.

Rob exclaimed, "I guess you really don't like the guy."

"I don't, but even worse, I don't respect him," John said with a snarl.

Jake said, "I must say I've never met this guy, but he sure sounds like a jackass."

"Jackass indeed, but far worse. Even you, John, may be shocked by the story we're about to tell you both."

Rob then discreetly told the story of the mayor's malice toward Kristin when she left the mayor's office to join Rob in Boston, and his wrathful "punishment" of burning down the Anderson's home. Cliff told the part about how the mayor solicited someone else to actually do the dirty deed. That someone else being one of the town's most likable people, Shelly Percy, whose judgment is now in the hands of God.

After hearing this despicable tale, John Larriman shook his head in disgust and said only: "That guy is scum."

With that said, Rob and Will shared with John and Jake their plan to confront the senator with the facts as a means to silence his interference concerning the development initiatives for Aura Mountain and Aura township.

"Do you mean silence or bribe?" John asked concerned.

Without hesitating, Rob said "We actually mean neutralize. We just want a fair hearing from the District Commission and Environmental Board with regard to the Act 250 regulations. We are confident we can accomplish good things for both our ski business and the town of Aura while complying in good faith with the Act 250 regulations. We just need that heavyweight thumb of Willoughby's off the scale. If he could become an advocate for our projects, that would be good too, but that's not what we're asking. Our objective is merely to stop his negative influence."

"OK, an important distinction, John advised. "As my Daddy always pounded into me, two wrongs do not make a right. So, tread carefully down that line."

"Goodness, you sound just like Attorney Whitmore," Cliff chuckled. "Not a bad thing!"

"We all agree, John, we need to walk that line carefully," Rob said emphatically.

"OK gentlemen, you have my vote and support," John said unequivocally.

"Count me in," agreed Jake. "Just please don't ask me to meet with this creep."

"Not to worry, Jake. If this meeting plays out as expected, I don't think there will be a need for any follow-up. Will and I should get his full attention! We just need to get on his schedule."

Will learned the next day, however, that getting on the senator's schedule would not be easy. When he called the senator's office, he was stonewalled by the senator's administrative assistant as if Will Bradford's name was on some sort of "Black List." Will scrambled to stay on the line and quickly rifled their rehearsed "foxy" line about "important local news to share with the senator that could affect how the state legislature governs."

That worked. The senator took the call. "What is this important local news you need to tell me about, Will"? the senator asked.

Will ducked and weaved with an evasive response: "Senator, this is way too hot and complicated to convey in a phone call. Please allow me to meet with you in your office for a private discussion."

Will had definitely piqued the senator's interest with that last line. "OK Will, shall we say next Wednesday at 10 am?"

"That works – thank you. See you then."

Before hanging up the phone the governor asked, "Will you be accompanied by anyone else at this meeting?"

"Yes, the new co-owner of Aura Mountain Skiway."

"You mean Mass Bay Ventures? They were just up here to see me a couple weeks ago, at least their legal counsel."

"No, not Mass Bay Ventures. They are actually selling their interest in the skiway to another party. I can't tell you who that party is because it is not official yet, but it should be official by next Wednesday, and this will also have a bearing on what I have to tell you."

"This is getting more interesting by the moment," the senator thought aloud. "Maybe we should all plan to have lunch after our meeting?"

"If you wish," Will deadpanned.

"OK, see you next Wednesday at 10."
CHAPTER 59

John Larriman was truly pleased that Rob and Jake would be his new partners and co-owners of Aura Mountain Skiway. No need to call it a "JV" anymore. The three of them were now official co-owners of the business. And someday, in the not too distant future, John expected he would be selling his own 50% interest to Rob or Jake or both. In the meantime, there was much work to do to enhance the business and much depended on gaining clearance for their business development plans through the District Commission and Environmental Board. That would require smart planning and likely unforeseen compromises, but the three co-owners were optimistic there would be less interference, and hopefully greater cooperation, after next Wednesday's meeting with Senator Willoughby.

The three partners would be losing the experienced guidance of MBV's Sr. VP Alex Stephens, as well as the day-to-day support of MVB's talented technical staff. However, they would have Jake Cromwell on their team who would always have close connections to MBV as long as his dad, Bob Cromwell, remained MBV's CEO and its largest shareholder. Those close connections could really help with networking opportunities as well as with access to banks for low-interest loans that will be needed to fund improvements and/or to do deals with other skiways. The new management troika was also backed by a strong support team that included the mayor, the town manager, several town councilors, and many of the local townspeople who already worked at Aura Mountain. There would be a lot of pulling together. There would have to be to fulfill the ambitious goals of the new leaders of Aura Mountain and the Aura Town Council.

The Aura community had already changed much over the past two years since Willoughby vacated the mayor's office. Under Mayor Will Bradford property and sales taxes were lowered, and new retail businesses and restaurants were opening in the downtown area. The Hob Nob Pub finally had some formidable competition, but everyone felt good about the added value to the community. There was also an upswing in new home construction, both primary and secondary homes. These were mostly clustered around the pristine setting of Lake Aura, and interestingly most of the larger new homes were being built on Upper Lake Road as opposed to the more established mainland.

The Andersons and the Jamisons had many new neighbors, not all full-timers at the lake, but most spending at least 5-6 months there to experience the glorious summer sunshine, all types of fun watersports, hiking up the hills, the refreshing autumn chill and the dazzling color change of late September/early October.

Baby Lisa Jamison was approaching her third month anniversary, weighing now about 9 ½ pounds, and looking more and more like her mom with hazel eyes and an angelic face. An emerging personality has started to blossom with smiley squeals and eyes that appeared to twinkle at the sight of mom and dad.

Daddy Rob was enjoying the "new father" experience, although he admittedly could use more sleep. However, the additional waking hours might have been a blessing in disguise as Rob had more time to think about the upcoming meeting with Senator Willoughby. This had to be orchestrated just right!

Wednesday May 3 was D-Day. Rob and Will made the drive to Montpelier with time to spare. They waited anxiously in the reception area at the Vermont State House, that beautiful, imposing Greek revival structure with the gold leaf dome. Rob and Will were told the senator's administrative assistant would be down shortly to escort them to a conference room on the second floor.

Rob was thinking: "This is the calm before the storm!"

At 10:20 am the senator's assistant appeared to escort Rob and Will upstairs. Twenty minutes late - just late enough to make it clear who was in control and whose time was more valuable.

The assistant introduced herself as Amanda Peterson. Affable, trim and strikingly pretty. She reminded Rob immediately of Kristin. So much so that Rob felt an urge to take Amanda aside to warn her about the senator's inclination to hit on good-looking young gals, especially those who were beholden to him as assistants. Rob had to let that well-intentioned thought pass as he realized how awkward it would be to say anything about it. He just hoped Amanda would be strong and confident enough to deny the senator's lascivious advances.

As they entered the conference room the senator greeted Will first as he was the one who had called to make the appointment. But then the senator turned his attention to Rob.

"Mr. Jamison, I didn't expect to see you here today. I thought Will would be accompanied by the new owner of Aura Mountain."

Rob chuckled, "That would be me, at least new co-owner. John Larriman still owns 50% of Aura Mountain but Mass Bay Ventures has sold its 50% equity to me and a good friend of mine, so we three now own the company."

Taken aback, Willoughby exclaimed "Wow, good for you, Rob. I never knew you had that kind of wealth. What did you do find a pot of gold buried somewhere in that mountain?"

"Something like that," Rob said sheepishly. "Actually, I made a very shrewd investment several years ago and it paid off handsomely."

"I guess it did!" Willoughby said loudly. "Congratulations and thank you for investing in Aura Mountain's great skiing heritage."

"Yes, Aura Mountain is one of our state's greatest assets and I'm pleased and proud that I have an opportunity to make it even greater. That is indeed what Will and I are here to talk to you about."

"Not that damn business development plan again. I told you it's highly unlikely you could ever gain Act 250 permits for what you want to do, especially for installing snowmaking machines and constructing a man-made reservoir with a piping system. Not going to happen!"

"We believe strongly that we can accomplish our desired expansion and can implement snowmaking capability while being fully compliant with Act 250 regulations. We think you're terribly wrong to be so negative. Have you personally discussed our proposed plans with the District Commission or Environmental Board?"

"No, but I will, and when I do it will be dead."

"OK, we have a proposition for you," Rob said staring straight into the senator's shifty eyes.

"A proposition? You mean a bribe?"

"No, merely a promise to keep quiet about your role torching the Anderson home when you were mayor. You stay neutral or say nothing to the District Commission about our plans, and we will say nothing about that heinous act."

"What are you talking about?" Willoughby fumed. "I did not torch the Anderson's home. What an outrageous and irresponsible thing to say. You two need to leave my office immediately."

"Before we go, you need to know we have proof that you directed Shelly Percy to torch the Anderson home," Rob said resolutely.

"That's absurd," Willoughby scoffed. "I'll get Shelly to refute that."

"No you won't," Rob shot back. "Shelly passed away last week, but before he did, he shared with Cliff Bowman details of that dreadful deed, and that you had personally solicited him to do it."

Will chimed in, "Yeah, many of us in the town wondered why you gave Shelly that cushy job as file clerk after he retired from the Post Office. That sure looked like the spoils system at work."

"This is all mudcrap!" Willoughby bellowed. "No one would believe the story you're trying to peddle here. And evidently the only person who could give it some credence no longer exists. So, before you dig your hole any deeper, I strongly suggest you retract this serious allegation and get out of my office."

"Senator, we have a recording," Rob said, not backing down. "We have Shelly Percy's testimony about the entire incident including your complicity all on tape. Would you like to hear it?"

"That won't be necessary. Are you two trying to blackmail me?"

"No," Rob said coolly. "We are merely presenting you with an option. We will not shine light on this crime as long as you do not interfere at all with our interaction with the District Commission and Environmental Board with regard to the Act 250 clearances we need to implement our development plans. If we hear you have influenced these authorities in any negative way, we will come forward with our accusation supported by Shelly's testimony, which we have on tape."

"You bastards are putting the squeeze on me," Willoughby grumbled.

Will interjected, "On the contrary, Senator. We are merely asking that you let the District Commission and Environmental Board do its job fairly and objectively without you biasing the outcome. Frankly, we shouldn't even have to ask that, but you've made it clear you like to play hardball. We're just advising you we can play hardball, too, maybe harder!"

Rob said, "It's your call, senator."

Willoughby looked steely-eyed at Rob and Will: "OK, you two, and Cliff wherever he is, if you three guarantee you will keep this story and tape buried, I promise not to interfere or in any way negatively influence the District Commission and Environmental Board concerning your plans."

"Thank you, Senator, we have a deal," Rob asserted. "But the first time we hear from anyone in the legislature or media that you have made an unfavorable comment about our plans, the deal is off, and we file a lawsuit."

"Understood," Willoughby said meekly.

They all stood up. Rob and Will approached the senator and shook hands. Willoughby looked at Will and said, "I think we should pass on my lunch suggestion."

Will smiled, "Not a problem. I never really expected we would be having lunch today."
CHAPTER 60

Upon returning to Aura, Rob briefed John Larriman about the meeting with Willoughby. John was pleased with the outcome, but very troubled by the senator's demeanor.

"He actually denied it all until you told him about the smoking gun, the tape?" John asked incredulously.

"Sad but true," Rob confirmed. "It's disappointing that a state senator would show such shallow character, but it is what it is. The good thing is that will change one of these days, and maybe sooner rather than later because I doubt if we're the only ones who see his character flaws. What won't change soon are these damn Act 250 regulations. We need to carefully chart our course and deal with the District Commission on this. At least we can now be confident that Willoughby will not be weighing in against us."

"What's next?" John asked.

Rob furrowed his brow, looking very serious, and said, "We have a lot of work to do here. We have a fun, family mountain skiway, but we are at risk competitively. We need to raise our game! I think that is a major reason MVB wanted out, especially after they had a private meeting with Senator Willoughby and learned that our plans for improvements would not likely come to pass."

"Until your bombshell meeting with the senator!" John said smiling.

"Yes, but MBV didn't know I had a bombshell ticking in my briefcase.

"Well you couldn't tell them, could you?"

"That's the point, I couldn't. I couldn't share with them all the background that made that bombshell potentially explosive. Furthermore, they would have thought our plan to accuse the senator of a crime would have been reckless and irresponsible. I intended to do it anyway but fortunately I didn't have to involve MBV. That probably would not have ended well."

"Yes, that's one of the advantages of being private owners now – we can make decisions without a board approval," John said with pleasure. "I liked MBV, but I wasn't feeling like the master of my own destiny. Now it's just you, Jake and me, and I feel we are marching in lock step together."

"Thank you, John, and I do agree. I very much like the fact that we're now the chiefs. It will be our vision and our commitment to that vision that will deliver our fate. This is my life now and I'll be giving it 100%. My beautiful family and all our dedicated employees will be depending on us to achieve great success. I can't wait to get started!"

"You've got me inspired," John said looking very impressed. Maybe you should be a politician!"

"No, no. I'm right where I want to be. Leading the charge, and making good things happen for our company."

"How should we start?" John asked deferentially.

Without hesitating Rob proposed: "We need to pull together a task group of our best and brightest to sharpen our vision. They can help us prioritize our most important action steps to gain a competitive edge and shed light on the Act 250 regulations that might impede us."

"Let's do it," John said enthusiastically. "First meeting Monday morning?"

"I'll have the chalk board ready by 8:30 am!"

A group of ten Aura Mountain employees filed into the conference room that next Monday morning and sat around the oval mahogany table usually reserved for management meetings. There were two women and eight men who ranged in age from 24 to 57. They were excited to be part of this company discussion, but clearly a little nervous about how to behave and what to say.

They milled about the room making small talk and enjoying the free coffee and sweet rolls that Helen Larriman had personally brought into the room. Fifteen minutes later, Rob, Jake Cromwell, and John Larriman entered the room and took center stage.

Rob spoke: "Welcome to our first company employee forum to address what kind of company we all think we should strive to be, and what actions we need to take to get there. John, Jake and I want you to feel totally open to share with us whatever thoughts you have, so please be candid. There are no wrong answers! With that said, I would like to begin by asking this group to describe the features that you think make Aura Mountain Skiway a great place to visit."

They heard a lot of familiar comments: "Fun place to ski for the entire family; good skiing experience especially after a substantial snowfall; easy access location in central Vermont; ample and convenient parking; reasonable pricing for all ski lifts; comfortable lodge at the base with a great stone fire place; good food like these delicious sweet rolls."

"All excellent comments," Rob complimented. "But how many of you think Aura Mountain is the leader among all Vermont skiways?"

No hands went up.

"OK, how many think Aura Mountain would be considered among the top 5 Vermont skiways?"

Two hands went up.

"OK, so many of you must think we need to do some things better to become more competitive, more attractive to the skiing customer. Is that a fair statement?"

All hands went up and heads nodded in agreement.

"OK, assuming you'd like your company to survive and thrive in this very competitive ski business, what actions should we consider to make the Aura Mountain ski experience more inviting, more enjoyable, perceived as better than other major skiways, and high on every skier's list for a repeat visit?"

This primed the pump. A plethora of suggestions flowed forth:

"More trails. We have only 37 trails now. We should have at least 50, maybe 60."

"Not only more trails, but wider trails."

"Snowmaking capability. We need our main trails to remain open during the dry cold weather spells when there is little to no natural snow falling."

"Strongly agree about snowmaking and related to that we'll need our own man-made reservoir for piping water to the snowmaking machines."

"Greater capacity and faster speed chairlifts. We need to minimize wait times and facilitate customers making more runs per day."

"A restaurant/bar at the summit where skiers can relax for lunch and enjoy the view."

"A spa for the non-skiers in the family to indulge in something enjoyable while the others are skiing."

"These are all excellent suggestions," Rob said complimenting the task group. "You clearly have a good grasp of what it takes or will take to compete successfully in the ski business. I wish we could implement every one of your ideas, but we are constrained by a couple of factors: 1) cash and 2) new environmental regulations that will likely limit our ability to expand and develop our skiway in the manner you all astutely suggest."

Jake Cromwell reinforced what Rob said: "We will push forward with many of these important initiatives that you all have touched upon today, but you need to understand that progress may be slower than we all want. As Rob said we must deal with new regulations and substantial funding issues. However, know that Rob has taken the lead on addressing the environmental issues, and few people are more aggressive and determined than Rob – just ask his wife, Kristin!" Jake said with a broad grin. "As for my role as your new Chief Financial Officer, I will be responsible to source the funds that we will need. I am optimistic, but I must tell you this is not the most favorable time to seek bank loans, but we will get what we need, I promise you!"

One of the panel's younger participants spoke up: "I don't know about these new regulations, but if it's money we need, why not make better use of our resources in the off season, such as chairlift rides to the summit all summer for customers to enjoy the magnificent views. Also, why not have a concession at the top to sell beer, wine, soda, sandwiches and burgers so customers can relax there with refreshments. Maybe music as well to create a fun social setting."

Jake sparked at that idea: "Great suggestion! We own the chairlifts, so why not use them in the summer to generate more revenue for our winter program!"

"And I don't think there could be any environmental regulation against using our existing resources to do that!" said Rob who looked at John Larriman for his response.

"Yes, I do like that idea," John exclaimed emphatically. "Makes good sense to use our existing resources to generate extra revenue during the summer and fall months. Helen and I will enjoy it as well – perhaps we'll help flipping the burgers!"

The vision of John and Helen flipping burgers at the summit produced a good-natured laugh all around the room. By now, everyone was comfortable and enjoying the exchange of ideas, creating a harmony between management and the employees. The old sage John Larriman knew it was that kind of harmony that inspires good work ethics, trust and loyalty.

By the end of the meeting, John Larriman was truly impressed. He was beaming, greatly pleased by the quality and breadth of suggestions that were pouring forth from the employees. He was also dazzled by the leadership of his new young partners, Rob Jamison and Jake Cromwell. Especially after today's meeting, John felt really good, really confident about the future of the Aura Mountain Ski Company.
CHAPTER 61

Two months later it was time for the 4th of July celebration. At the mountain, the chairlift was running non-stop transporting visitors to the summit to experience the awesome views and to have a burger with all the fixings. John and Helen weren't flipping any burgers today because they had joined Rob and Kristin at the lake for a more private celebration. All the Andersons and Jamisons were also there, along with the Bradfords, Attorney Larry Whitmore and his wife Carrie, and Cliff Bowman.

Mayor Bradford and the Town Council had arranged tor a modest fireworks display at Lake Aura to occur at dusk off the main dock. Anticipating a fun show, many of the lake residents had invited guests to lakeside barbecues. The air was redolent with the pungent aroma of smoky charcoal. Brats and burgers sizzled on the grill while everyone quenched their thirst with a Budweiser or Miller High Life.

Mayor Bradford thought it was a great day, a "chamber of commerce day" for Aura. The only problem was the lack of accommodation for visitors. He and the Council were working on that with their proposal to construct a man-made beach at the south end of Lake Aura. It was envisioned the shore area would be cleared of rocks and woody debris, replaced by silica sand. Beyond the sand, there would be a grassy area for moms and kids to stretch out comfortably. Shrubs and bushes would border the grass to provide a frame for the beach as well as to help minimize erosion. Last but not least, there would be a parking area for about 35 cars. Will and the Council believed the new beach would raise Lake Aura's profile and attract a lot of visitors who would contribute to the local economy. Will believed it was a win-win-win project, but it wouldn't happen this year because the District Commission had already cited Act 250 reservations concerning water pollution, soil erosion, and scenic beauty. Will and the Council were furious about the Commission's negative push-back and were resolved to appeal to the Vermont Environmental Board.

The Aura Mountain Ski Company faced a similar predicament. The three Aura Mountain owners had modified their comprehensive development plan, which now included adding more, but fewer trails, widening several other trails, installing snowmaking equipment on the main trails, and accessing a near-by pond that could serve as a bountiful water source for the snowmaking system. A piping network would also be needed to connect the water source to the snowmaking system. Finally, with more trails and more skiers, the plan also included installing more chairlifts and at least one faster, high capacity chairlift on the main line.

The District Commission pushed back on the Aura Mountain plan. They were willing to approve the widening of several trails, but they were opposed to adding more trails. Limited snowmaking would be acceptable, but they were opposed to annexing the local pond as an auxiliary water source for the snowmaking. Finally, the Commission opposed adding more chairlift lines, but would approve upgrading the existing main lift to a faster, higher capacity chairlift. The Commission cited concerns about air and water pollution; adverse effects on scenic beauty; energy conservation and utility services; and burden on the local municipality.

The feedback from the Commission struck the three partners as anti-business, anti-growth, anti-competitive and counterproductive to motivating entrepreneurs and private companies to do business in Vermont. They were resigned to appeal to the Environmental Board.

John, Rob, Will, Cliff and Larry grabbed several beers and circled the table underneath the sprawling sugar maple tree. They needed to compare notes and discuss what was happening with the District Commission's Act 250 warfare. Were the Commission members playing it straight, or were they still being negatively influenced by Senator Willoughby?

Attorney Whitmore believed there was a lingering "Willoughby effect." It would be hard for the Commissioners to totally dismiss all the negative comments Willoughby had made prior to the confrontation in his office and his agreement to remain neutral going forward.

Rob was dubious that Willoughby had remained quiet on the subject. "He's the driver behind that Act 250, and it's likely some members of the Commission might still ask for his thoughts, especially when the subject concerns his former municipality. It would be difficult to nail him on this, but I'll bet he's found a disguised way to communicate his negative bias."

Will and Cliff agreed. "Unless this Act 250 is actually intended to suppress growth initiatives in this state, it would seem that the Commission's feedback to us is overly restrictive, almost retrogressive! It just doesn't make good sense!"

Attorney Whitmore responded, "Cool your jets. We need to be more patient. Let's see if the 'Willoughby effect' wears off. In the meantime, prepare your rebuttal to the Environmental Board. If they merely uphold the District Commission rulings, it may be time to turn up the heat in Montpelier."

"What does that mean, turn up the heat?" Will asked.

Attorney Whitmore explained, "It means we meet with the principal leaders of our government, including the governor, to make our case that our initiatives will benefit the state very positively in several ways: attract more people from neighboring states to visit Aura and Aura Mountain, increase full-time equivalent jobs, and increase property values, all of which are engines of growth for state revenues. If we could gain their advocacy, they could be a powerful influence with the District Commission and Environmental Board. Furthermore, if we learn that Willoughby is still poisoning our well, we might have to share the Shelly tape!"

Rob said, "I'm ready now to try this more aggressive approach!"

Attorney Whitmore responded, "I know you are, but it's important to follow the established procedure first. Let's submit our appeal to the Environmental Board. Perhaps they will be more rational. If not, we will shift gears to Plan B."
CHAPTER 62

Rob and Will were increasingly frustrated by the extended delays in this administrative process. The Environmental Board repeatedly asked for more information from both the District Commission and from the applicants, the township of Aura and the Aura Mountain Ski Company. The calendar had already fast forwarded to December, and still no resolution.

At least there was some good news: it was snowing... a lot! The end of year holidays was joyful for all the Vermont ski areas. By New Year's Day, Aura Mountain had already received 45 inches of snow. And January looked like it would deliver a bumper crop of new snow.

It had been a "Merry Christmas" at Lake Aura for Rob and Kristin. Business was good, and the family was even better. Baby Lisa Jamison was now 11 months old, rosy cheeks, cuddly cute like her mom, and highly energetic like her dad. She was crawling everywhere and fiddling with everything she could reach. Kristin couldn't let Lisa out of her sight and didn't want to! Kristin was a very happy mom.

Uncle Rich Jamison had fully recovered from his war injury and had acclimated well to his prosthetic leg. He could move about just fine, aided by his trusty cane that resembled a ski pole, which proved to be a fun conversation starter. Rich enjoyed his role as communications and public relations director for Aura Mountain, especially now that he had an office at Aura Lodge and could be there every day interacting with Rob, Jake, John and all other Aura associates. However, he was itching to rev up communications as soon they could start implementing their Aura Mountain expansion plan. He wasn't alone with that itchy feeling!

Betty and Harry Anderson and Patty and Ralph Jamison, aka the grandparents, were enjoying retirement and loved living so close to Rob, Kristin and Lisa. Kristin liked it too since she had two wonderful "nannies" just down the road, as well as Mr. Fixit, her Dad.

Rob was totally preoccupied at Aura Mountain. Scores of skiers had arrived daily given the continuing snowfalls creating great ski conditions. He felt like a traffic cop attempting to direct and facilitate the flow of skiers so that they didn't have to wait in long lines at any of the four chairlifts. Oh how he wished they had more trails and chairlifts.

John and Helen watched over the restaurant operations. Congested dining areas and waiting for food orders were huge problems with so many skiers eager for lunch around the noon hour. Fortunately, John had decided to construct a modest "fast food" restaurant at the summit, as had been suggested at their employee forum the past summer. Bradford Construction was able to get the job done within five months. Aura Lodge would have burst at the seams if it weren't for this new summit restaurant helping to feed the frenetically hungry skiers.

By mid-February Rob was totally exasperated with the delayed response to their Act 250 appeal. He called Attorney Whitmore for advice.

"Yes, I think it's time for Plan B," Larry Whitmore confided. "I'll make some calls to set up a meeting with Governor Tom Barrett, whom I know from our law school days back at Georgetown."

"You know the governor?" Rob asked surprised.

"Sort of. I mean we weren't really close friends at law school, but Georgetown Law is relatively small, so you get to meet almost everyone in your class by the end of three years. I've reconnected with Tom a couple times over the years at our Georgetown reunions. He's done well. After Georgetown, Tom joined a leading law firm in his hometown of Burlington, focusing on corporate services, mergers and acquisitions. He made partner within seven years and continued practicing there for several more years until one of his corporate clients asked him to become their general counsel. He did that for several years but then heard the clarion call of politics. He was elected as one of the state's 30 senators on his first attempt. It didn't take long for him to make his mark in the General Assembly and two years later he was elected lieutenant governor. Popular as usual as the lieutenant governor, he easily won the race for governor two years later and is now serving his second term."

"Impressive profile. I especially like the business part of his law background," Rob commented.

"Yes, that should help us all relate better. However, make no mistake you and Will need to be really buttoned up. He's a very sharp guy. And by the way, for this meeting you will be accompanied by legal counsel...me!"

Three days later Larry called back to Rob to convey that he had set up a meeting with the governor for March 1 at 10:30 am, and said facetiously, "I'll drive, you and Will keep prepping!"

Rob and Will met twice during those next two weeks to sharpen their arguments and prepare for what could become a contentious discussion with the governor.

However, the situation changed abruptly and quite dramatically. Two days before their planned March 1 meeting with the governor, Will called Rob breathlessly at 5 pm: "Rob, turn on the local news immediately!"

Rob pushed the button on his trusty RCA TV. It took a moment to warm up, but then he saw what Will was excited about. A picture of Senator Martin Willoughby was plastered on the screen while the announcer talked about alleged racketeering crimes. The announcer said, "Senator Willoughby has been arrested on suspicion of blackmail and arson. It is expected that he will soon face a grand jury to determine if probable cause exists to support these criminal charges. If indicted, Senator Willoughby will be headed to a very high-profile trial."
CHAPTER 63

After watching that startling announcement, Rob thought to himself it was about time the law finally caught up to Willoughby. No real surprise that the shadowy Willoughby would utilize blackmail tactics. He probably did that routinely as mayor of Aura, but how really dumb to do that in the political power center of Montpelier. However, Rob especially wondered how the FBI discovered Willoughby's tracks on the arson caper? He called Will back.

"Any idea how the Feds found out about the arson?"

"No idea at all," Will responded.

"Do you think Shelly may have told someone else besides Cliff?"

"It's possible, especially considering his weakened state, but based on Cliff's report, it did not appear Shelly was receiving many visitors or inclined to talk much. I'll check in with Cliff to see what he thinks."

"OK, and if Cliff has any insights, please call back."

About 30 seconds after hanging up with Will, the phone rang again. It was Larry Whitmore.

"I assume you've heard about the big news story coming out of Montpelier this afternoon."

"Yes, looks bad for Willoughby, that sick son-of-a-bitch."

"Do you, Will or Cliff know how the FBI found out about the arson?"

"No. Will is checking with Cliff to see if he has any idea, but I'd guess not. How do you think this will play out?"

"It's not likely to go well for Willoughby," Attorney Whitmore opined. "I called a friend of mine in the District Attorney's office to learn the inside scoop. He told me it was almost a sure thing that Willoughby will be indicted by the grand jury tomorrow. They must have some smoking guns!"

"How do you think this will affect our meeting with the governor in Montpelier day after tomorrow?" Rob asked concerned.

"Actually, I think it may help us. By the time we have our meeting with the governor, Senator Willoughby will already be indicted for, shall we say, unlawfully coercing others to acquiesce to his will. I think the governor will be more sympathetic to our situation after we put it all in perspective for him. We should not have to even allude to Willoughby's personal vendettas against you and Kristin. I think he'll understand that Willoughby used muscle tactics to get his way, and that his way may not have been in everybody's best interest."

"Hope you're right. I really don't want us to get diverted down any dark alleys."

"Not to worry, Rob. I won't let that happen."

On March 1 Attorney Whitmore drove over from West Rutland to pick up Rob and Will. It was brisk and cold, with light snow flurries, but there would be no serious weather threat to hinder their drive to Montpelier. They arrived on time to meet with Governor Thomas Barrett at his private working office in the French styled Pavilion building on State Street where the attorney general and state treasurer also maintained their private offices.

The governor's executive assistant greeted his guests and offered coffee. At the appointed time, she escorted Rob, Will and Larry into the sitting area of his spacious, but tastefully decorated office. The governor finished his phone call, and quickly walked over to the couch to greet his guests with a warm smile and handshake.

Governor Barrett was quick to ease any tension or awkward feelings about the current imbroglio concerning Senator Willoughby: "Well I'm sure you must be aware of your former mayor's nasty predicament. What a mess he's in now, huh? The grand jury sure didn't have to deliberate long to hand down the indictment. Did you three ever see signs of such aberrant conduct when he was mayor of Aura?"

Attorney Whitmore was quick to respond: "Governor, I believe I speak for all of us when I say we had some reservations about Mayor Willoughby, but he was obviously well liked by many and he was elected senator by a comfortable margin. As you know, one must accept the will of the voters, and we did."

"OK, well said. But I discern you detected some flaws. Nevertheless, I'll bet you never expected to hear that this guy was capable of torching a home here in Montpelier to retaliate against an indiscreet affair gone bad!"

Rob looked startled and confused. "Did you say a home in Montpelier?"

"Yes, Montpelier," Governor Barrett confirmed. "Evidently, Senator Willoughby was having an affair with one of the administrative assistants in the Capitol building. The young lady broke it off and Willoughby punished her by hiring someone to burn down her modest home. Fortunately, the young lady was not present at the time, so she was spared, but her home and possessions were destroyed."

"That is heinous," Rob decried. Do you know how the authorities tracked the crime to Willoughby?"

"I was told that it was actually the FBI that tracked him. Evidently the FBI has been watching this guy for some time due to some red flags bought to their attention. According to sources, there was a former mail man in your town who also worked as a file clerk in the town office. He passed away about six months ago but before passing he reached out to his estranged daughter who lived in California. He begged her for forgiveness about a crime he committed, which he told her was directed by the mayor a couple years ago. The daughter said her dad was foggy and not specific, so she couldn't know what he was referring to, but she was so alarmed by what she heard her father say that she mentioned it to an FBI agent she knew in LA. That agent didn't like the smell of it, so he suggested to one of his counterparts in the northeast that he should look into it. From that point forward, Willoughby was on the FBI radar screen. That's when the FBI started fielding accusations about alleged blackmailing exploitations, within our own state government no less."

Rob, Will and Larry sat there listening in rapt silence. When the governor had finished speaking, no one said a word.

Governor Barrett paused, and then said, "Have I set the table well for our discussion today? I assume you wanted to speak to me about the purported blocking efforts by Senator Willoughby of your development initiatives as they relate to the new Act 250 regulations?"

Attorney Whitmore again responded for the group: "Yes, my clients do feel blocked, at least put off by the Environmental Board. How much Willoughby is responsible for this, it's hard to say. However, there's little doubt that Willoughby has negatively influenced both the District Commission and the Environmental Board, either directly or indirectly. We need some help nullifying that apparent negative bias."

Governor Barrett commented, "I believe the court is going to help you out on the Willoughby part, but is there something you feel I personally could do to help?"

Rob spoke: "Yes, we need an advocate who would be perceived as fair and balanced on the issues of business development and environmental concerns and who could shine a brighter light on the positive things we're trying to accomplish for both our local area as well as for the state of Vermont. We are hoping that we could convince you to be that advocate."

They spent the next twenty minutes talking about the Aura Mountain and Aura township plans to enhance its appeal to a wider audience. Rob addressed Aura Mountain's plan to increase and widen its ski slopes, make snow, and upgrade chairlift capacity, all important improvements needed to become a stronger competitor in the northeast ski market. Will described the Aura township plan to enhance its appeal to visitors by creating a beach and parking at one end of Lake Aura and by improving the downtown area with sidewalks, lamp post street lighting, and commercial construction.

Rob circled back to why Governor Barrett should be an advocate: "Governor, these initiatives are not only important to enhance quality of life in the town of Aura, these enhancements will help attract more visitors from neighboring states who will spend more locally and generate greater sales taxes in the state of Vermont. There will be new jobs created, and more primary and secondary residences established. Finally, but not least, all this favorable development will push property values higher creating even more incremental tax revenue."

Rob concluded his plea with sincere assurances: "Governor, we're not proposing anything radical or reckless here. We propose implementing our plans methodically and responsibly, consistent with good environmental management principles. We just need a chance to be heard, and to work together with the District Commission and Environmental Board to achieve mutually acceptable courses of action."

Governor Barrett nodded and said, "You've made some very good points. I'll have a chat with the chairmen of the Commission and Environmental Board to help open the lines of communication and reinforce the importance of working together to reach practical solutions."

Rob and Will stood to shake the governor's hand and thanked the governor for listening and offering to help.

Larry lingered a moment to catch the governor alone. "Thank you, Tom. As I think you could tell, those two young men are trying to do good things for their community as well as for the state of Vermont. They deserve our support, not interference."

"I agree, Larry," the governor said reassuringly. "There appears to be something wrong with this picture, and I suspect Willoughby's fingerprints are all over it. I'll do some discovery and mediation to get everyone on the same page. You see, I did pay attention to those professors at Georgetown!"

They both smiled, and Larry knew it had been a good meeting.
CHAPTER 64

It was Lisa's 4th birthday. Over the past three years, Lisa had grown even cuter, increasingly resembling her mom, who was now pregnant with number two.

Nationally, the country had undergone a political cleansing with President Richard Nixon resigning, and his Attorney General, Chief of Staff, and Chief Domestic Adviser all found guilty of the Watergate cover-up.

In the home state, former Mayor and Senator Martin Willoughby was incarcerated, now serving a ten-year prison sentence.

Lisa's Dad was busier than ever. Aura Mountain Skiway was enjoying a surge of new business as skiers increasingly discovered the new and appealing features of Aura Mountain. Over the preceding two years, Rob and his partners were able to make many improvements at the mountain that were drawing skiers by the busload. This was made possible when, after several meetings and resubmissions, the District Commission agreed to provide Act 250 permits for a compromise plan that included extra widening of seven ski trails which would be banked to cup and hold the snow; adding thirteen new ski trails, bringing the total to 50 trails; upgrading two of the chairlifts to be able to accommodate 1200 skiers per hour; and installing snowmaking equipment on the three most popular trails. The District Commission was not in favor of creating a man-made lake or pond with piping to support snowmaking, but with only three trails being equipped to make snow, this was not considered essential at this time. Rob thought it would be wiser to defer this "fight" to another day.

Although Aura Mountain did not get all the improvements desired, the compromise plan allowed very good progress, and made Aura Mountain Skiway more appealing and much more competitive. The results were impressive. Revenue increased substantially both years after the improvements were completed: +25% and +40%, respectively.

Rob and John cheered two people especially for helping to make all this favorable progress happen: Jake Cromwell and Rich Jamison.

Jake worked his connections with the financial community that he had cultivated as business development manager for Mass Bay Ventures. Aura Mountain Ski Company needed $2.5 million in loans to implement all the improvements that the Vermont District Commission and Environmental Board had finally allowed. Jake made his cogent case to the First National Bank of Boston and State Street Bank of Boston and succeeded to get their support for multi-year low interest loans. Without this affordable funding, Aura Mountain would have stalled in its tracks. With this funding, Aura Mountain accelerated ahead. Jake was a hero!

The other hero was Rich Jamison. Brother Rich did a splendiferous job orchestrating the marketing and communications program for the Aura Mountain Ski Company. Rich had placed eye-catching ads of Aura's wider slopes and new chairlifts coupled with the grandeur of Aura Lodge in Ski Magazine, Sports Illustrated, and the brand-new, star-studded People magazine. This led to interviews and favorable articles in the Burlington Free Press, the Albany Times Union, the Boston Globe, the Hartford Courant, and the New York Times Sunday edition no less. Word of mouth spread and interest in Aura Mountain soared. Ski enthusiasts from all parts of the northeast started showing up at Aura Mountain to experience this central Vermont beauty.

While good things were happening at Aura Mountain, more good things were happening at Lake Aura and downtown. The District Commission relaxed its previous Act 250 opposition to the construction of a beach at the south end of Lake Aura. Mayor Bradford had agreed to add berms, shrubs and perennial plants to the shore to minimize erosion as well as provide aesthetic appeal. In addition, Mayor Bradford agreed to use small, smooth and rounded beach pebbles rather than sand in the swim area near the shoreline. With those concessions, the Commission granted a permit for the beach plan. And even though the Commission did limit the parking area to only 15 spaces, Mayor Bradford and the Town Council were very pleased with Lake Aura's new beach features.

Complementing the new beach, the mayor also received approval to add charm and safety to the downtown area with new sidewalks and lamp post lighting. Since adding all this to the downtown landscape, no less than three new restaurants opened along Main Street along with a refurbished inn that could accommodate 20 overnight guests. Another hotel was in the planning stage. Visitors were arriving in numbers never seen before. The local economy was humming. The mayor's office was fielding countless inquiries about office space for new businesses. It was no wonder that Mayor Bradford was reelected for another four-year term!

At Lisa's 4th birthday party at Rob and Kristin's place on Lake Aura, Rob and Mayor Bradford gathered together in the Jamison's sports decorated den with Rich, Cliff Bowman and Larry Whitmore. They reflected on the dynamic changes taking place all around them. Aura was being transformed into a mecca for skiing enthusiasts and summer recreationists. Employment was at an all-time high, and new home construction had broken all records for the latest 12-month period.

Larry Whitmore recalled that fateful meeting three years prior with Governor Barrett, and how that meeting helped kickstart a pathway forward. Rob and Will agreed the governor surely had helped alter the course, but they also felt that they had personally progressed along their learning curves to better understand the art of compromise and cooperation. They had realized the key is moving forward, even if it isn't at the speed or scope desired.

Rich spoke of leadership, specifically Rob and Will's leadership. Rich asserted that progress on the scale that Aura has experienced does not happen without visionaries like Rob and Will who can see the possibilities and who will work tirelessly and persevere to accomplish praiseworthy objectives.

Cliff Bowman spoke about the importance of character. Aura was being sucked under by the dark and dishonorable Martin Willoughby. That all changed when two shining stars lit the way forward with their resolve and responsible actions. Others followed and cheered because they were confident Rob and Will would always try to do the right thing.

Rob and Will were flattered, almost embarrassed by the bouquets of compliments being tossed their way. Rob stood up to remind all that "Two guys alone cannot accomplish all the good things that have happened. It takes a village, and you're all part of it!"

Will applauded and said, "Speaking of a village, we're developing quite a little community right here on Upper Lake Road. After Cliff Bowman bought his piece of paradise down the road here about a year ago, my fiancée, Karen, and I decided this is also where we want to start our nest so we have just purchased the Jeffrey's place near the main dock."

Right on cue Kristin, Karen, and Carrie Whitmore entered the den with a bottle of Korbel Brut and 8 champagne flutes. "It's time we celebrate Will and Karen's engagement and our new neighbors to be!"

Big cheers as everybody toasted Mayor Bradford and Karen. It was a happy group at a happy time.

Rich put this news in perspective, "Now that the mayor and Karen will be joining us here on Upper Lake Road, I think it fair to say we have a new power center emerging."

Kristin couldn't resist commenting, "Yes, and remember when everybody used to refer to us as 'the other side of the lake?' One has to wonder now which side of the lake is the other side of the lake?"

All laughed at that line. Cliff added, "Indeed the times they are a-changin!"

"For the better!" Rich exclaimed emphatically.

"Amen to that," Rob said as he led high fives all around the room.
CHAPTER 65

John Larriman announced his retirement at a dinner in his honor at, where else, Aura Lodge.

John had just recently celebrated his 65th birthday following another great ski season at Aura Mountain. That would make three successive record years for the Aura Mountain Ski Company.

John addressed the 120 people who were squeezed into the Aura Lodge Reception Hall, the same banquet room where Rob and Kristin had enjoyed their wedding reception six years before. John was never loquacious, but he always knew what to say:

"Thank you to so many friends and acquaintances who have come here this evening to wish Helen and me best wishes as we take our final run down this beautiful mountain. It's been 35 years of fun, adventure, and pleasure. Well, there were a few snowless years that weren't much fun or pleasurable, but it has always been an adventure. And the past several years have been the best of all. I was able to work, indeed partner, with two industrious young men who engineered a renaissance of this great skiway. They have been an inspiration to me, and to all our employees. And I'm confident under their leadership Aura Mountain Ski Company will continue to grow and prosper. Of course, they will have to do it now without my meddling (ha-ha), but I know they're up to the task. Please give a warm round of applause to these two gentlemen who have helped establish Aura Mountain as one of the best skiways in Vermont, if not New England, and who by the way are now the official co-owners of Aura Mountain: Rob Jamison and Jake Cromwell."

Rob and Jake rose to acknowledge a rousing ovation but then turned to John Larriman and saluted him, with a true military salute that conveyed the genuine respect that Rob and Jake felt for the founder of Aura Mountain and their former partner.

It was official now. Rob and Jake were the sole partners and owners of the Aura Mountain Ski Company. They had acquired John Larriman's 50% equity, but that wouldn't have happened if it were not for Jake's good reputation with the banks. Jake had arranged the buy-out financing on very favorable terms from State Street Bank in Boston, who was pleased with the recent good performance of the ski company and high on Jake who had delivered on past pledges.

After the dinner, Rob, Jake and John met at the bar for a night cap toast. Despite the difference in age, the three of them had established a close camaraderie. "I hope you two know I will be watching your future progress with pleasure and pride," John said while clinking glasses with his two disciples.

"We know, and we will be working hard to make you proud," Rob said.

John looked at Jake and commented, "You got a lot going on here, Jake, and much invested in this place. Aren't you ever going to settle down and buy a nice house here in Aura?"

Jake chuckled, "Hah, I'm way too busy. Rob has me traveling all over the northeast talking to various skiways about potential deals. I must admit this is the time to do it. We're hot, and many are not. There are many small to mid-size skiways struggling right now, quite a few in Vermont. We might be able to make one or two very favorable acquisitions near term, especially since the banks are our friends right now."

John responded, "That's good business, of course, but you know all work and no play could make Jake a dull boy!"

Jake laughed, "Not to worry, John, I have plenty of time on weekends to have fun, and by the way plenty of dates. It's one of the reasons I retain my apartment in Boston's Back Bay. That's my strategic base on weekends!"

John said, "Oh OK, still playing the field, huh? You know the clock is ticking!"

Jake shook his head and smiled, "You are sounding more and more like my dad. I assure you when a find the right gal, one who is as pretty, intelligent and charming as Kristin, I will fight for her, just as Rob fought for Kristin. We will get married, perhaps at Aura Lodge, and we will buy or build a home in Aura."

Rob interjected, "On Lake Aura, I hope."

Jake said, "Without a doubt on beautiful Lake Aura where my bride can gaze upon the crystal-clear water shadowed by the dazzling maples, spruces and evergreens that adorn the hillsides."

Rob brightened, "Hey, I never knew you were paying that much attention to our beautiful lake. Just make sure when the time comes that you settle on the right side of the lake."

Jake laughed, "You mean the other side of the lake?"

Rob laughed, too, "I mean the truly blessed side of the lake!"
