I'm Not Any Kind Of Social Reformer.

The Sparrows Are Preparing For Winter, Each One Dressed In A Plain Brown Coat And Singing A Cheerful Song.

I Could Tell You Which Writer's Rhythms I Am Imitating. It's Not Exactly Plagiarism, It's Falling In Love With Good Language And Trying To Imitate It.

I Much Preferred The Peaceful Life On The Road, Where I Didn't Have To Ask Embarrassing Questions And Do All The Things Real Reporters Have To Do.

Most Of Those Old Settlers Told It Like It Was, Rough And Rocky. They Named Their Towns Rimrock, Rough Rock, Round Rock, And Wide Ruins, Skull Valley, Bitter Springs, Wolf Hole, Tombstone. It's A Tough Country. The Names Of Arizona Towns Tell You All You Need To Know.

And Still I Wander, Seeking Compensation In Unforseen Encounters And Unexpected Sights, In Sunsets, Storms And Passing Fancies.