Today, I had the good fortune to meet with an old acquaintance I hadn’t seen in years. We were talking about life and all the passages that sometimes leave us sitting, in our 60’s, wondering what next. This nice man, knowing I fly fish, was most generous in bringing me an old magazine, an Outdoor Life from June 1948.
It was a thoughtful gesture, one of respect and a reflection of what a gracious man he is. Such touches, out of no where, remind me of a gentler, kinder way that I am sometimes woefully inept at.
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be
satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”