I Used To Think That Driving, Sleepless,

I Saw How Many People Were Poor And How Many Kids My Age Went To School Hungry In The Morning, Which I Don't Think Most Of My Contemporaries In Racially Segregated Schools In The South Thought Very Much About At The Time.

I Wasn't A Very Discriminating Reader. I Read Just About Everything That Came Along.

Often I Have Been Exhausted On Trout Streams, Uncomfortable, Wet, Cold, Briar Scarred, Sunburned, Mosquito Bitten, But Never, With A Fly Rod In My Hand Have I Been Less Than In A Place That Was Less Than Beautiful.

You Can't Travel The Back Roads Very Long Without Discovering A Multitude Of Gentle People Doing Good For Others With No Expectation Of Gain Or Recognition. The Everyday Kindness Of The Back Roads More Than Makes Up For The Acts Of Greed In The Headlines. Some People Out There Spend Their Whole Lives Selflessly.

I Used To Think That Driving, Sleepless, Ambitious Labor Was What You Needed To Succeed.