Rebecca's father was a high ranking Air Force officer who worked his way through the ranks to become a four-star General in the years after the war. During the war, he flew the first B-29 bombing missions against Japan, and was assigned to plan and supervise the bombing of Hiroshima. After the completion of the atomic tests at Bikini Atoll, her father was assigned the command of Roswell Army Airfield in New Mexico, and it was during his watch that the Roswell UFO Incident occurred. He died at the Pentagon at the age of 50 from a heart attack, though Rebecca was convinced he was murdered. Her growing concern was that she would be killed as well since she knew too much about the secret missions of the Air Force. She confided in a friend who suggested that she see a therapist, Kai was not a typical therapist, but a Navajo Indian doctor. who relied heavily on the spirit world in her therapy. What started as a therapy session became a ten hour encounter with an alien, a charming, intelligent and witty being who taught Rebecca both the universal appeal of the people of earth and new ways to deal with a highly dysfunctional civilization. Her experience was too real to be considered fantasy and too uncanny to be seen as proof of alien life, though one small gesture at the book's conclusion confirms the existence of her new mentor.

Jack Wendell's rite of passage into adulthood began three hours before midnight on the eve of his twenty-first birthday. On his stroll across campus, he watched one foot follow the other in a rhythmic pattern and thought about time. As he stepped from the past into the future, he was stunned by the realization that the present moment was so fleeting that it couldn't exist. His breathing became shallow and feelings of horror flushed through his body in spasms, like waves crashing on the shoreline, retreating, then returning in another blow. He was convinced that he had entered a portal into hell, and he endured the agony of the next three hours. When the clock struck midnight, he entered a bar, ordered a glass of whiskey, and the elixir washed away his panic with three magic bends of his elbow. This was only the beginning of Wendell's long love affair with booze, his only relief from the anxiety attacks that haunted him in an era when little was known about the disorder. He couldn't function with the anxiety that possessed him and drank in an attempt to control his horrifying feelings, but couldn't work in a perpetual state of intoxication. On his journey, he encountered a host of unlikely companions and circumstances, including rehabs, institutions, therapists and a horde of dysfunctional people who would harbor him for a time, yet, sooner or later, he was forced onto the street again in search of another haven, where he could drink to his heart's content. The Road To Fort Worth is a long overdue novel about a man suffering from panic disorder and alcoholism. It could be seen as a continuation of Charles R. Jackson's classic novel, The Lost Weekend. It's the story of a life on the rocks with a twist of lemon. It's the story of how one man learned to untie the inextricable knot binding two debilitating disorders that so many people have been unable to unravel.