When We Become A Really Mature, Grown-up,

I Have Spent A Good Part Of My Life Looking For The Perfect Barbecue. There Is No Point In Looking In Places Like Texas, Where They Put Some Kind Of Ketchup On Beef And Call It Barbecue. Barbecue Is Pork, Which Narrows The Search To The South, And If It's Really Good Pork Barbecue You Are Looking For, To North Carolina.

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

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

I Had A Little Insight Into Life That Most Kids Probably Didn't Have. My Mother Was A Schoolteacher, And My Father Was A Social Worker. Through His Eyes I Saw The Underside Of Society.

My Parents Encouraged Me In Everything I Ever Wanted To Do.