I'm Not A Vagrant... I'm A Hobo.

People, Reacher Was Certain About. Dogs Were Different. People Had Freedom Of Choice. If A Man Or A Woman Ran Snarling Toward Him, They Did So Because They Chose To. They Were Asking For Whatever They Got. His Response Was Their Problem. But Dogs Were Different. No Free Will. Easily Misled. It Raised An Ethical Problem. Shooting A Dog Because It Had Been Induced To Do Something Unwise Was Not The Sort Of Thing Reacher Wanted To Do.

I Grew Up In Birmingham, Where They Made Useful Things And Made Them Well.

I Had A Brief Theater Background And Loved The Backstage World There's More Backstage Work In Television, So I Saw A Job Advertised And Applied, And Got It. That Was Back In 1977, When Getting Jobs Was Easy.

Everything You Could Want - Action, Suspense, Character And Setting, All Floating On The Easy Lyricism Of A Fine Writer At The Top Of His Game.

People Who Wear Glasses, Without Them They Always Look Unfocused, Vulnerable. Out In The Open. A Layer Removed.