Note:  Here is an expanded version of Lloyd's bio.  It has some additional details that are fun and informative to read - KP

After leaving the Harvard B-School in 1969 Vickie and I moved to New York for 3 years where I became an investment banker for Smith Barney.  Vickie attended Columbia and Barnard College and I served there as Branch President for the Hispanic branch and on the church committee that chose the current site of the Church’s complex at Lincoln Center where the Manhattan Temple is now located.

We loved New York and Boston but were Westerners at heart and after 5 years in the East it was time to take Horace Greeley’s advice and go West. We went all the way and moved back to Palo Alto, California where I commuted to Smith Barney’s offices in San Francisco and Vickie finished her degree at Stanford.(Which is where we had originally met when I assigned myself as Home Teacher to all the new freshman girls.) No kids yet so we moved to Nob Hill in San Francisco to be closer to my job. Served on the High Council. Adopted our first son, Tom, then figured out how procreation works and began having our remaining three natural children, Adam, James and Megan. Time to move to the suburbs so across the Bay to Lafayette and a 5 bedroom 3 bath house to raise our young’uns.  Happened to move into the same ward as the Nadaulds while Steve was going to Berkeley.  Kent and Keena Price weren’t far away in Stockton so Kent and I indulged our mutual passion for flying by zooming low off the deck over the San Joaquin Valley and Yosemite. Vickie joined the Junior League.  We acquired a couple of dogs, a boat, a couple of airplanes, shared a place at Lake Tahoe,  served as Scoutmaster for 3 years, started a medical product company, C.F.O. of a publicly held medical company, dabbled in Venture Capital, lectured at Berkeley, sent Adam off on a mission, decades went by. Life was good.

Then “A Deal Too Far” to buy a hotel in Seattle that went south when Bank of Commerce & Credit International, with branches in 161 countries, reneged on their loan commitment to us by going bankrupt in one of the world’s biggest bank scandals of the 80’s.  Yours truly was left holding the bag as a General Partner with unlimited liability and no financing, sort of the financial judgment equivalent of starting a land war in Asia. Our Bostonian lawyers, Backman, Cannon & Jensen can attest to the legal ramifications of this vulnerability. Creditors, lawsuits, judgments, major embarrassment.  Vickie was not amused.  This plane was “auguring in” and the pilot was frozen at the controls wondering how such a great aviator could get himself into such a predicament. After yelling at the pilot to “do something!” Vickie took what appeared to be the only sensible alternative and bailed out.  I had to ride it all the way into the ground.  No boat, no more planes, no place at Lake Tahoe, no house, no wife. Just me and the dog.  I had joined the ranks of Brigham Young and Wilford Woodruff as a divorced man and broke besides. Life was not so good for quite a while.

Ten years on and things are much better.  Kids grew up. Two grandchildren, one more on the way. Vickie re-married to a fine fellow.  When I have Sunday dinner with them I tell her what fine taste she has in men. We get along great now that she has no expectations of me. I inherited my mother’s little farm house in Vernal, Utah where I go to escape the big city but I really work and live in Salt Lake where I’m C.F.O. and Chief Anglo-Saxon of a new U.S. company formed by a group of wealthy Koreans who say they will pay me a lot of money when I make their company a lot of money.  I travel to Asia frequently. I haven’t yet re-married but not because I don’t believe in the institution.  I had thought I would wait until I recouped my lost fortune before venturing again into matrimony. However, since at my current trajectory this will not occur until well into the Millennium I may need to rely on you my dear Boston friends to introduce me to some worthy single woman of your acquaintance.  I appreciate the trepidation this may cause you, sort of like turning your best non-Mormon friend over to the missionaries. However, it’s for a worthy cause. My needs are modest.  Hers may not be, which might be a problem. Someone between the ages of 25 and 75, attractive, smart, interesting and of good character.  However, plain and deferential might work if she is a good cook and kind to animals.