One time, long ago, I had a hard year while living in Memphis, Tennessee. Ever since then, especially when I’ve been at events throughout the south, I’ve met a lot of people who also lived in Memphis for a time. When the subject comes up, once in a while I mention something about my hard year there, and I always add a disclaimer: “Probably it was just me.” There are good people everywhere, and you never want to insult someone’s city. More than once, though, they’ve said “I had a hard year in Memphis too!”As the song says, maybe it was Memphis, but maybe it was just me. Whatever it was, it wasn’t only a hard year: it was actually a terrible year where I felt very alone and afraid.
from The Art of Non-Conformity http://chrisguillebeau.com/railroad-tracks/
from The Art of Non-Conformity http://chrisguillebeau.com/railroad-tracks/