Just sit down . . . no need to be going anywhere,” the man said. I did not want to listen but somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew there was some wisdom to the words. He went on as though he were introducing the powered essence of an epic play and, to be truthful, he might well have been for all the stuff that was taking place in my life— his too. But he was drunk as a rambling lord and I was as sober as a confused cemetery headstone. And I might well just have been.