lf1: How Grass Made Me Weedy
But it did help me find my path. (Sort of.)
I lost many hours of my boyhood to the weed commonly known as grass. This happened during the 1960s, but I only learned much later that it was supposedly part of finding my path in life.
Why is it so difficult for us to find our own path? And then walk it? And why, once found, do we invariably stray, only to stumble back onto it later on? I have experie…
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