Moses might probably understand, but that's about the only one. And even he would note I wasn't looking for any Promised Land.
In June 1971, I left the United States, and spent the next nearly three years traveling abroad. Always with very little money, I amounted to little more than a vagrant for a good portion of that time. On the positive side, I was genuinely looking for some place and station in life where I belonged. It had never occurred to me in that time of my life that in order to find what you're looking for, you need some idea of what that is.Read More