In Los Angeles, as I roamed the Pacific pallisades, dreaming and dead tired, no job, no income, a nice car with a beautiful woman stopped and asked the way to Santa Monica. Wondering desperately whether I might ask her to drive me there (where my humble room was, and where I could hardly get up the strength to work) I decided that no, that would be unconstitutional. So tired, patiently I explained to her how to reach Santa Monica and let her go. Now, thirty years later, I realize that she probably stopped to have a little adventure, fun, and me, my idiot, didn’t understand at all. Such is life: Full of opportunities you don’t see.