Once all days were filled overflowing in free, freedom to do and be as independent as I could. Hour after hour reveling in the course of it thrilling thru my veins. I was alive, I was in the land of the free, home of the brave, I lived and thrived in a world permeated with that same fierce spirit of adventure, that had so utterly changed the globe, the continent, and myself. It breathed its vibrant winds of change, of progress, in almost every book i inhaled, greedy for the stories, the knowledge, an in a hurry to complete it, and open the next one's pages. Louis La'mour, even the Hardy Boys invigorated, inspired me in real visceral...