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Kelly and I had been advised that we could be called up at any time, and if we waited until we received the fateful letter from Uncle Sam, we'd be draft dodgers if we left the country. So we were again in the job market. Kelly had made some very good contacts at Northern Electric Company in Montreal, now called Northern Telecom, and had no problem getting a good job with them. I wasn't quite so lucky, but nevertheless with a few letters, a trip to Montreal, and some references from Kelly's friends, I got a very good job with Bell Telephone Company of Canada, also in Montreal. It seemed that the phone companies had been caught napping just a little when the computer companies began developing telecommunications equipment, and I happened along at precisely the right time. I'd had experience in both industries, so I was Bell's liaison with all the major computer vendors. It was a totally awesome job, flying around Canada and the US to trade shows, product announcements, all that sort of thing, then analyzing all the data and putting mature chics in terms telephone people could understand. Thanks again to Dr. Steinbeck for her grueling English course. Kelly was doing much the same thing, so we often got to travel together. But I'm getting ahead of myself. When we were looking for a new job, we had discussed the possibility that we might end up in different cities. "It doesn't make that much difference," Kelly pointed out, "We're getting married anyway so there won't be any need for us to be together." "Is that what you want?" I questioned. "Well," she explained, "It would make mature chics easier to get used to not having sex with each other.