A rich man that never dirties his hands is a fool. A high thread count and a Sag Harbor breeze is peachy but if you never leave your lane then you cannot consider yourself a man or woman of the world and your book will only ever read as one chapter. Im not sure if I would swap a shady nap under pine trees with a lover for endless riches and private air travel. A motorcycle ride through a monsoon will test you but painful rain drops are soon forgotten when you dip your spoon into a peasant soup at the end of that day. The dollar performs in many wonderful ways but my warmest memories have more to do with the company I keep and my reckless ability to say yes to a crazy adventure.
