While at work, people ask me on a daily basis from where I come. I know not if it’s the nasal tone or the drawl from southwestern Pennsylvania. So I relate the story of our retirement-this decision to crate all our belongings into an RVand travel. Add to this a fervent quest to photograph my country. A large majority of these people are taken aback by my decision to work, albeit, a starter’s position on a golf course could be questioned as work. Why would a man who has worked for thirty-five years, decide to endeavor in anything but rest? I often ask myself why. But as the minutes pass by in wonderment, I realize I’ve spent too much time thinking. It’s time to get up and do something. I’m bored. I need constant stimulation. My life has and continues to be a horizontal exploration of one area of interest to another.
Just today I met a fascinating man on the golf course. He hails from Philadelphia so there was some common ground. When I asked what he was doing out here in the Badlands, he looked as puzzled as if someone had posed that same question to me. He too, was in his retirement. In a former life, he coached the rowers of the US Olympic Crew Team. He’d taken the men to Seoul, Korea in 1988. Now his quest was to golf in every state in the nation. What an endeavor, I thought. Here was a man, much older than my years, with no intention of the retirement life of which most foresee. Those poor souls rocking on porches, not leaving town and dying a little bit each day. And then I mused to myself… “Nothing is so intolerable to man as being fully at rest, without a passion, without business, without entertainment, without care.”