It’s not that I am a slouch, vagabond or bum because I actually work quite hard for a living, it’s that I have a hard time conceiving that a person belongs living in one town all their lives caught up in a ritual of an 8 hour workday only to return home to a repetitious cycles of eating watching the tube, and then slipping under the same covers only to wake again and begin that daily scenario over and over again as they gingerly wait for that one or two week vacation every year. Don’t get me wrong, I lived that before and made more...
