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Nothing On My Trip Thus Far Was As I Expected Which Shows You That Rather Than Simply Read About The United States You Have To Log The Journey.

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Nothing On My Trip

Jim Harrison

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Nothing On My Trip Thus Far Was As I Expected Which Shows You That Rather Than Simply Read About The United States You Have To Log The Journey.

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I Have Closely Noted That People Who Watch A Great Deal Of Tv Never Again Seem Able To Adjust To The Actual Pace Of Life. The Speed Of The Passing Images Becomes The Speed The Aspire To And They Seem To Develop An Impatience And Boredom With Anything Else.

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This Infantile Sense Of Order Tended To Infect My Life At Large. Up At 5:30 A.m., Coffee, Oatmeal, Perhaps Sausage (homemade), And Fresh Eggs Giving One Of The Yolks To Lola. Listening To Npr And Grieving More Recently Over The Absence Of Bob Edwards Who Was The Sound Of Morning As Surely As Birds. Reading A Paragraph Or Two Of Emerson Or Loren Eiseley To Raise The Level Of My Thinking. Going Out To Feed The Cattle If It Was During Our Six Months Of Bad Weather.

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