My mind had gotten interested in problem solving of a different sort, however. "Are you serious?" "Detective, police work?" My father had asked as I told them my future plans. And it took them twenty years to figure my decision out! I retired as FBI special agent/profiler/field officer on my forty-third birthday. "See dad, I can still get into the stock market." "And I have a nifty pension to cruise on," I told him as I started on a large piece of my birthday cake! He looked at me, flashed one of his famous smiles, and said, "Imprints are rather interesting phenomena, son." He knew well. He wanted to be a merchant mariner after his graduation, all those years ago! But the generational imprint still put him in the financial markets. I was the only one who broke away from the family occupational routine.