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So I guess it’s time I just admit it …I’m a traveling salesman. I pack a suit case, hop a flight, stay at random hotels, rent cars, and sometimes I forget which floor I’m on and what my room number is. In the past 5 weeks, I’ve spent 14 nights in hotels. And in the evening, so far, I’ve resisted the urge to head to the lobby in my khaki pants and button down dress shirt and have a glass of Merlot while chatting up my fellow traveling salesmen and sales women. But …I can see why they do it. It gets a little lonely out here on the road.
Speaking of lonely …when you’re traveling on business and missing your family like crazy, you do not want to hear these three songs and especially in this order, and especially after getting a report from your son’s baseball game you missed that he went 1-4 and struck out three times.
“Cats in the Cradle,” by Harry Chapin.
“Through the Years,” by Kenny Rogers.
“Wildfire,” by Michael Martin Murphy.
I’ve never really been sad while listening to “Wildfire,” but today I might’ve looked out a rainy window into the distance, contemplated my current place in the universe, and let out a heavy (I mean very heavy) sigh.