The Literary Drover No. 4448

I love to travel, but these days I travel more for pleasure than for business.

When I traveled for business I was willing to take on grueling travel schedules: Ten cities in ten days. But that grew tiresome and disorienting. To address the disorientation I took to buying new underwear before each trip and writing my schedule in the waistband: Monday – Chicago; Tuesday – Atlanta; Wednesday – New York City.

Eventually I decided that the time had come to reduce my traveling for purposes of business because I realized the only way to know where I was going was to look at my ass.

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