Excerpt from Chapter 4 (Entire chapter is 21 pages)
“It was April 25, 1983 and I was having lunch at the race track. But it wasn’t just any race track, it was the King Abdul Aziz race track in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia and I was the guest of a Sheik and six of his high-ranking friends at the Riyadh Equestrian Club. As I sat there I was reminded of the song from the Broadway show Sweet Charity, “If they could see me now, that little gang of mine… they’d never believe it.“
You’re quite a reverse harem, I told them. They laughed and asked that a picture be taken.
(I was there researching a book on manpower, but I still was able to sit with royalty, attend an all-night engagement party and barter in a souk.)