I Like The Digressive Kind Of Traveling,

Boredom Lies Only With The Traveler's Limited Perception And His Failure To Explore Deeply Enough. After A While, I Found My Perception Limited.

The Open Road Is A Beckoning, A Strangeness, A Place Where A Man Can Lose Himself.

Memory Is Each Man's Own Last Measure, And For Some, The Only Achievement.

A True Journey, No Matter How Long The Travel Takes, Has No End.

The Thing That Overwhelms Me When I Go Out Now Is The Sprawlation Of America.