I was on the verge of jumping into one of those holes in life out of which we emerge a bit tattered and bloody, though we remain sure nonetheless that we had to make the jump.

When we die we are only stories in the minds of others, I thought

After a lifetime of world travel I've been fascinated that those in the third world don't have the same perception of reality that we do.

The wife picked out ceramic tile for floor covering, not realizing that cost was determined by square foot, not square yard like carpet. Thinking the price was plenty reasonable, she had an extra room of tile ordered for installation. When the bill arrived, it was staggering. She and her husband began a fight that continued all through the construction job. They ended up divorced, but not until she had broken every window.

Yeah, but now suddenly - you know, universities are notoriously market oriented, too.

We set this house on fire forgetting that we live within.

Beware, O wanderer, the road is walking too.