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My Dad Had This Rock Hard Body And Would Work 12- To 13-hour Days. The Guys He Worked With Were Scrap-iron Guys. Nobody On That Road Crew Had Read A Book In 10 Years, But There Was Something About The Way They Lived I Really Admired.

Go To It. Be Bold. Be True. Be Kind. Rotate Your Tires. Don't Drink So Much. There Aren't Going To Be Enough Liver Transplants To Go Around.

They Stayed, Many Of Them, Because Staying Was Easier And Less Scary Than Leaving.

Were It Not For Occam's Razor, Which Always Demands Simplicity, I'd Be Tempted To Believe That Human Beings Are More Influenced By Distant Causes Than Immediate Ones. This Would Especially Be True Of Overeducated People, Who Are Capable Of Thinking Past The Immediate, Of Becoming Obsessed By The Remote. It's The Old Stuff, The Conflicts We've Never Come To Terms With, That Sneaks Up On Us, Half Forgotten, Insisting Upon Action.

Even At Its Most Perceptive, Sociology Deals In Abstractions.