I spent a couple years selling jelly at craft shows across the country:
All my time was spent in cheap motels and convention centers. I ate at snack bars and gas stations. I drove at night to avoid traffic and the highway patrol. I passed within minutes of celebrated places – Grand Canyon, Niagara Falls, Disneyland, Alamo, Cooperstown, Gateway Arch, Three Rivers Stadium when the Cardinals were there – but never stopped because I didn’t have time. I had to make
I traveled the country but saw nothing. I have a worn-out atlas but few experiences. I made money but no memories.
Of course, the money is long gone. All I have to show for those two years of opportunity is a box of gas receipts and a faded Colorado Rockies t-shirt. I could have had so much more. When will I be near the world’s largest statue of Paul Bunyon again?
Whatever you’re doing, stop long enough, now and again, to look, to listen, to touch, to taste, to remember. Don’t wait until you’re in
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