My friend Julie and I were eating at a Chinese restaurant.
When an elderly waiter set chopsticks at our places, Julie made a point of reaching into her purse and pulling out her own pair. "As an environmentalist," she declared, "I do not approve of destroying bamboo forests for throwaway utensils."
The waiter inspected her chopsticks.
"Very beautiful," he said politely. "Ivory."
"Worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but doesn’t get you anywhere."
I was headed to Cincinnati Ohio.
"Do not let us mistake necessary evils for good."