August 5th, 2008
To the Max…
I was fascinated by the notion that a man could do what he loved, get paid for it, and be so completely unapologetic about it. The trip had originally been a reward for my academic performance. The truth is that I’m still reaping the rewards of that trip.
I don’t remember his name… at least not his last name…
I can see him clear as day. Leathery, sun-baked face, chapped lips pulling on a cigarette, crows feet peeking out from behind mirror sun-glasses. I can’t recall whether he was German, Austrian or Swiss. Some folks would argue about the importance of that little detail, but to me it didn’t matter much…