There is something scary about leaving home for work travel on a good note...it reminds me of the last time I left with a happy thought. I suppose it doesnt help to be pessimistic, but when experience speaks, I cant help but listen intently.
One of the things that made me leave home relatively merrily was this:
One of the things that made me leave home relatively merrily was this:
the sound and sight of the past burning. I have purged myself if not completely, then at least physically of proof of past bad judgment. No one can ever say that I was that -- save for two people.
