When Playboy announced Hef’s death, they posted a black-andwhite picture of him, his hands folded reverently in front of him. At the bottom of the picture they put a quote from him. “Life is too short to be living somebody else’s dream.” I’d heard him say that before, but never to any women. Certainly never to the women he called his girlfriends. His babies. His beauties. He certainly never said it to me, his wife. But as I walked out of Iron Mountain and started the drive to my new home, I thought it might be the best advice I’d ever heard.
