My Mother Still Calls Me Jim And

Hope For The Best, Plan For The Worst.

To Fill A Small Bag Means Selecting,and Choosing, And Evaluating. There's No Logicial End To That Process. Pretty Soon I Would Have A Big Bag, And Then Two Or Three. A Month Later I'd Be Like The Rest Of You.

I Had A Teacher Once, Grade School Somewhere. Philippines, I Think, Because She Always Wore A Big White Hat. So It Was Somewhere Hot. I Was Always Twice The Size Of The Other Kids, And She Used To Say To Me: Count To Ten Before You Get Mad, Reacher. And I've Counted Way Past Ten On This One. Way Past.

For Men, As They Get Bogged Down With Responsibilities, Commitments, Bureaucracy, It Is A Fantasy Just To Think Of Shedding Everything Literally, Walking Away With Nothing At All, And Just Hitting The Road.

I Have A Kind Of Old-fashioned, Artisan Approach.