Then Sarah's 7 year old Cassidy comes home claiming her teacher wants to know why we travel so much?
"Where do they get all of this money?"
Having no idea Cass answers, "My Mom doesn't do anything. My step dad's a writer."
The poor child really is clueless sometimes.
"Do you think he'll come speak to the 1st grade about what it's like to be a writer?" she asks Cass who asks me.
I have no idea how to respond ... because I have absolutely no idea what I would say to a class room of 1st graders ... I imagine "Children's Time" in Church with all of the precious kids come down front to sit at the feet of the minister ... who really is just trying to manipulate them to say something funny so the service won't be as boring as the sermon.
First off, unless you're John Grisham, writers don't make any money.
We're like musicians ... we do it for the love of creating and sharing.
That's not to say I think anybody should put off experiencing life and there's no better way to enjoy living than travel.
"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime."
So says Mark Twain and I believe him.
I believe it's best to take whatever you've got and see the world now!
Keep going to the places you love, regardless of the cost.
The worst that can happen is you run out of money in a place you love or die before you ever get a chance to spend it actually visiting your dreams.
I've got lots of memories saved up to savor in the Nursing Home if that ever happens.
In the meantime, to Hell with the money, it's time to experience Ireland.
After all, that's why God made it and it's sinful to turn down gifts from God.
