No Yesterdays On The Road.

Beware Thoughts That Come In The Night. They Aren't Turned Properly; They Come In Askew, Free Of Sense And Restriction, Deriving From The Most Remote Of Sources.

Somewhere Lives A Bad Cajun Cook, Just As Somewhere Must Live One Last Ivory-billed Woodpecker. For Me, I Don't Expect Ever To Encounter Either One.

What Is It In Man That For A Long While Lies Unknown And Unseen Only One Day To Emerge And Push Him Into A New Land Of The Eye, A New Region Of The Mind, A Place He Has Never Dreamed Of? Maybe It's Like The Force In Spores Lying Quietly Under Asphalt Until The Day They Push A Soft, Bulbous Mushroom Head Right Through The Pavement. There's Nothing You Can Do To Stop It.

No Yesterdays On The Road.

What You've Done Becomes The Judge Of What You're Going To Do - Especially In Other People's Minds. When You're Traveling, You Are What You Are Right There And Then. People Don't Have Your Past To Hold Against You. No Yesterdays On The Road.