Then my life changed. The crash hit, and development halted . . . no need for regulatory strategies! My husband became ill, and I accompanied him as his caregiver to an out-of-state hospital. My husband died.
Life was pretty grim. Then, out of the blue, the local city attorney called me and asked if I’d be willing to come back to work. I had worked there between 1979 and 1981, but the office, the administration, and the community had changed considerably since then. I took a deep breath and accepted the position.