Pedigree? I have a mutt of an education; squat, thick, low to the earth, hairy and smelly. Night school, weekends, on-line classes, seminars of the day or of the week, books read near a thousand. Audio cassettes, then CD’s; hundreds of hours in the car. Bullets, knives, audits and divorce with the roadmap of life written in scars. Forty years worth of academic gruel, washed down with the brew of hard knocks, fermented by poor decision making, followed by crystal-clear hindsight of opportunities missed or worse, squandered. All crowned with a doctorate in abused trust, misplaced loyalties and repeated humiliations, but I still maintain a good sense of humor is a sign of high intelligence.