I tried to build the tent tonight, and ran into a few snags. Looks like I can pitch it myself and be fairly comfortable, but the tent instructions say to hook up certain hooks in the seam of the tent to the poles, and only the bottom row of hooks are actually on the seam. I can still get the tent up and I can live in it, but I like getting what I pay for. I sent an email to the customer service email on the documentation of the tent and am still waiting to hear back. If they can't get me a fully-functioning tent before I leave, I may return it to the store.
I rolled up the sleeping bag for the first time, took me 4 attempts to get it compressed enough to fit in the bag. Yet it has been done, and I am satisfied with the sleeping bag!
The boots seem to be unharmed at the moment, but I will be breaking them in before I leave.
Also, as a last note, remind me to stretch before going out on on a hike. My calves are barking a little.
Have a wonderful night.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
The Trail Preparation: The First Hike
Just got back from my first hour-long hike. All-in-all it wasn't too bad. I didn't have a full pack. My tent is laying spread out on the floor waiting for me to try and put it together. My sleeping bag is laying next to my bed (I tried it out, but it's too hot here.) So I stuffed a jacket and a pair of shoes in it, got some water, and headed on out.
I have a tendency to go full speed ahead when walking. I had to rein myself in a few times while walking. At the end of a half hour, I stopped for a few minutes to sit down at a bus stop, then headed back. The hardest part was the hill leading up to my apartment, and I was very winded, as well as suffering from all the pollen around me (I'm allergic, I sounded like Kif from Futurama when he has a fit). But I survived, and that's what it's all about.
That will be the routine each day until I leave.
Nothing else new to report. Have wonderful Easter!
I have a tendency to go full speed ahead when walking. I had to rein myself in a few times while walking. At the end of a half hour, I stopped for a few minutes to sit down at a bus stop, then headed back. The hardest part was the hill leading up to my apartment, and I was very winded, as well as suffering from all the pollen around me (I'm allergic, I sounded like Kif from Futurama when he has a fit). But I survived, and that's what it's all about.
That will be the routine each day until I leave.
Nothing else new to report. Have wonderful Easter!
About That Blog Title...
Okay, I've heard from a few people over the last few days, and I'd like to say it's official, I'm not sane.
That said, the title of this blog stays the same. I'm going to make a different blog for any thoughts I happen to come up with during the trip.
The problem with my not being sane is, that's the reason I need to go on this trip.
Is it sane to work a job that you don't particularly enjoy while barely eking out a living?
Is it sane to live a life where you sit in front of a computer 16 or more hours a day, less than half working?
Is it sane to have no hope that the situation will ever improve?
Is it sane to fall behind on rent and never recover enough to prevent eviction?
Well welcome to my world. I'm not sane.
I suppose there are other ways to get my sanity back, but I've been in too many jobs lately where I've slipped into complacency and just not bothered to change things because it would make me too uncomfortable. Because it would inconvenience me.
Well consider this the ultimate wake up call for my brain and body.
I also suppose I could talk to a psychiatrist about my issues...
But I really don't like that idea. And really, what is he going to tell me that many of you already haven't? Get a better job; Do something with your life; Give up the idea of being a writer...etc.
The thing is, I've got so many ideas running around my head that I often can't sleep, like right now. I have ideas for stories, ideas for inventions, ideas on what the perfect life would be like.
And then there's the voices.
Now before you go all 'He's schizo' on me, let me explain what I mean by voices.
I do not mean there are voices in my head that tell me what to do. Quite the opposite.
These voices started, maybe 6 years ago, with my mother's voice. My mother died in 2004, and the day she died I heard her distinctly calling my name. I was in Blacksburg Virginia at the time, and she was in Tucson. I didn't find out about her death until 4 days later. After all that, I still heard her from time to time, always calling my name. It didn't happen often, it didn't happen regularly. I know that was a representation of my grief. Or was it?
I knew she was dying, but I didn't know until well after the fact that she was indeed dead. Why would I hear her voice when I didn't know she was dead? I hadn't heard it before then.
Well, after six months I stopped hearing her. But I found that I did hear others. The voices were not clear. They were not talking to me. It sounded like one person having a conversation with an unheard second person.
I only hear them when it's absolutely quiet, usually when I'm in bed trying to go to sleep, just as I'm about to drop off. It has the tendency to wake me up, so I now play music in the background, and I don't hear anything.
Yes, I'm still hearing them.
If I'm schizo, it's a very mild case. I'm not violent. But I don't think that's it. I think my mother was trying to communicate something with me, and maybe that opened some part of my brain that I never used before.
A great deal of my writing has to do with the paranormal. Yet I've never seen or even felt a ghost. I don't claim to read minds, not consciously, but maybe my subconscious can.
I'm as skeptical as the next sane person about things like this. (I may not be able to manage money very well, but I do think logically most of the time.) I've often wondered why people who claim to be psychic or who found Bigfoot or some other mythical creature don't provide physical proof of it. Well, as far as my condition goes, how do I prove that what's happening to me is real? Is there some machinery that can detect psychic activity? Not that I've heard of.
Anyway, the point is I admit that I'm perhaps not as sane as advertised, at least not right now.
The point of going to the Appalachian Trail and spending 3 or more months living in the wild is a way to get out of my comfort zone and a) lose weight; b) get some time alone to think about my script and other books, away from distractions like whether or not I'll be able to make rent AND pay the high electric bill AND the phone bill AND other bills AND still eat.
I have the bare minimum it will take to survive out there, and will have money enough to pay for some food along the way. If after three months passes I'm satisfied that my goals have been achieved, then I'll come back to the real world and see what either I can offer it, or it can offer me.
Sane or not.
That said, the title of this blog stays the same. I'm going to make a different blog for any thoughts I happen to come up with during the trip.
The problem with my not being sane is, that's the reason I need to go on this trip.
Is it sane to work a job that you don't particularly enjoy while barely eking out a living?
Is it sane to live a life where you sit in front of a computer 16 or more hours a day, less than half working?
Is it sane to have no hope that the situation will ever improve?
Is it sane to fall behind on rent and never recover enough to prevent eviction?
Well welcome to my world. I'm not sane.
I suppose there are other ways to get my sanity back, but I've been in too many jobs lately where I've slipped into complacency and just not bothered to change things because it would make me too uncomfortable. Because it would inconvenience me.
Well consider this the ultimate wake up call for my brain and body.
I also suppose I could talk to a psychiatrist about my issues...
But I really don't like that idea. And really, what is he going to tell me that many of you already haven't? Get a better job; Do something with your life; Give up the idea of being a writer...etc.
The thing is, I've got so many ideas running around my head that I often can't sleep, like right now. I have ideas for stories, ideas for inventions, ideas on what the perfect life would be like.
And then there's the voices.
Now before you go all 'He's schizo' on me, let me explain what I mean by voices.
I do not mean there are voices in my head that tell me what to do. Quite the opposite.
These voices started, maybe 6 years ago, with my mother's voice. My mother died in 2004, and the day she died I heard her distinctly calling my name. I was in Blacksburg Virginia at the time, and she was in Tucson. I didn't find out about her death until 4 days later. After all that, I still heard her from time to time, always calling my name. It didn't happen often, it didn't happen regularly. I know that was a representation of my grief. Or was it?
I knew she was dying, but I didn't know until well after the fact that she was indeed dead. Why would I hear her voice when I didn't know she was dead? I hadn't heard it before then.
Well, after six months I stopped hearing her. But I found that I did hear others. The voices were not clear. They were not talking to me. It sounded like one person having a conversation with an unheard second person.
I only hear them when it's absolutely quiet, usually when I'm in bed trying to go to sleep, just as I'm about to drop off. It has the tendency to wake me up, so I now play music in the background, and I don't hear anything.
Yes, I'm still hearing them.
If I'm schizo, it's a very mild case. I'm not violent. But I don't think that's it. I think my mother was trying to communicate something with me, and maybe that opened some part of my brain that I never used before.
A great deal of my writing has to do with the paranormal. Yet I've never seen or even felt a ghost. I don't claim to read minds, not consciously, but maybe my subconscious can.
I'm as skeptical as the next sane person about things like this. (I may not be able to manage money very well, but I do think logically most of the time.) I've often wondered why people who claim to be psychic or who found Bigfoot or some other mythical creature don't provide physical proof of it. Well, as far as my condition goes, how do I prove that what's happening to me is real? Is there some machinery that can detect psychic activity? Not that I've heard of.
Anyway, the point is I admit that I'm perhaps not as sane as advertised, at least not right now.
The point of going to the Appalachian Trail and spending 3 or more months living in the wild is a way to get out of my comfort zone and a) lose weight; b) get some time alone to think about my script and other books, away from distractions like whether or not I'll be able to make rent AND pay the high electric bill AND the phone bill AND other bills AND still eat.
I have the bare minimum it will take to survive out there, and will have money enough to pay for some food along the way. If after three months passes I'm satisfied that my goals have been achieved, then I'll come back to the real world and see what either I can offer it, or it can offer me.
Sane or not.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
The Big Trip: Planning and Gear
My friend who was going to transcribe my script for me didn't think I was serious about this until I asked her when she wanted to pick up my computer. She'll be keeping it safe until my return.
Anyway, I am serious and I wanted to share some of what I've done so far.
I have purchased:
1 Digital Camera, a relatively cheap one.
1 Digital voice recorder, also cheap, yet both together were still a tidy sum out of my budget.
1 Sleeping bag, a 20 degree Mummy bag for those cold mountain nights.
1 3 man tent. I could not find a decent one-man tent for a reasonable price. Why not go a step or two up and be more comfortable?
1 Backpack. I paid more for this than the other two, and frankly, more than I wanted, but it's comfortable (I wore it on the bus ride home) and it's the most important part of hiking.
1 pair boots. Actually the most important thing, even moreso than the backpack. These aren't the best boots, but they were the best I can afford until I get my last paycheck from my employer.
What I still need: Probably more than anything else is money. I have some left and will get one more paycheck as noted, which will be around $500, but won't arrive for another week and a half assuming they direct deposit it, which I really hope they will, but there's bus fare to the trail, food and probably a few things I've forgotten at the moment, like an emergency cellphone, map, matches, a flashlight/lantern, batteries etc.
Barring more money, I need food. I was thinking of a trail mix, consisting of any Chex cereal, dried fruit, nuts, M&M's and basically anything that won't take up room, doesn't need to be cooked and is lightweight. The premade stuff is too expensive and unnecessary.
Let's see, I also need clothing. I hate to buy stuff that will become too big for me as I slim down, but I don't have a decent pair of jeans. Shirts I'm really okay with, and socks and underwear. Once I get the last check it will be spent on jeans and food, and we'll see how long it lasts.
I plan to look for day work while I'm on the trail. No guarantees there, but it may provide some spending money.
There is a possibility I may need to pay to camp, though from what I've read I'd have to go off the trail to have to pay.
Anyway, having a bit of spending cash isn't a bad idea anywhere I go.
I'm not begging. If you want to send something other than money I'll post addresses of places I'll be passing through.
Anyway, that's the plan. I've put some effort into it just getting ready, and speaking of getting ready, I'll be hiking around Raleigh in the preceding days, an hour at a time, until I break in the boots and the backpack. And it's hot here at the moment, so that will definitely test me.
I'll post any updates until I drop my computer off.
Anyway, I am serious and I wanted to share some of what I've done so far.
I have purchased:
1 Digital Camera, a relatively cheap one.
1 Digital voice recorder, also cheap, yet both together were still a tidy sum out of my budget.
1 Sleeping bag, a 20 degree Mummy bag for those cold mountain nights.
1 3 man tent. I could not find a decent one-man tent for a reasonable price. Why not go a step or two up and be more comfortable?
1 Backpack. I paid more for this than the other two, and frankly, more than I wanted, but it's comfortable (I wore it on the bus ride home) and it's the most important part of hiking.
1 pair boots. Actually the most important thing, even moreso than the backpack. These aren't the best boots, but they were the best I can afford until I get my last paycheck from my employer.
What I still need: Probably more than anything else is money. I have some left and will get one more paycheck as noted, which will be around $500, but won't arrive for another week and a half assuming they direct deposit it, which I really hope they will, but there's bus fare to the trail, food and probably a few things I've forgotten at the moment, like an emergency cellphone, map, matches, a flashlight/lantern, batteries etc.
Barring more money, I need food. I was thinking of a trail mix, consisting of any Chex cereal, dried fruit, nuts, M&M's and basically anything that won't take up room, doesn't need to be cooked and is lightweight. The premade stuff is too expensive and unnecessary.
Let's see, I also need clothing. I hate to buy stuff that will become too big for me as I slim down, but I don't have a decent pair of jeans. Shirts I'm really okay with, and socks and underwear. Once I get the last check it will be spent on jeans and food, and we'll see how long it lasts.
I plan to look for day work while I'm on the trail. No guarantees there, but it may provide some spending money.
There is a possibility I may need to pay to camp, though from what I've read I'd have to go off the trail to have to pay.
Anyway, having a bit of spending cash isn't a bad idea anywhere I go.
I'm not begging. If you want to send something other than money I'll post addresses of places I'll be passing through.
Anyway, that's the plan. I've put some effort into it just getting ready, and speaking of getting ready, I'll be hiking around Raleigh in the preceding days, an hour at a time, until I break in the boots and the backpack. And it's hot here at the moment, so that will definitely test me.
I'll post any updates until I drop my computer off.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Life: It sucks
At this moment I'm giving serious thought to walking away from everything that my life is right now, and hiking the Appalachian Trail until I either keel over, finish and sell my script, or until I find myself.
Something's gotta give. I can't keep living like this. (This is a life?)
I've done stupid things before. I've walked away before. I've never found myself in the process. This time I won't come back until I do.
I'm getting a digital voice recorder, a digital camera, a backpack, sleeping bag and tent, a decent pair of hiking boots and some clothing that won't disintegrate the first time I'm out there, and I'm going to just walk out, maybe catch a bus to the trail and then see what happens.
I chose the trail because there are camp sites and shelters all along it, because there is water to be found. Because it's a challenge for someone like me.
I'll check in sparingly, upload the pictures and any journal entries I might want to post, and send my voice recordings to my friend, who can transcribe the script I'll be dictating as well as anything else.
I'm serious about this.
You're asking why? Why now?
For me I feel time is running out. I feel if I don't find myself soon I'll never do it. Is that a good thing or a bad thing, not knowing yourself? I honestly am not sure what kind of person I am.
Am I really a customer service agent? I ask myself that a lot. I get annoyed sometimes with customers, I hate hate hate talking, as I believe I've mentioned here before. Is this really what I want to do for the rest of my life?
And if not, what can I do? I can write, but selling that writing takes skills I don't really have.
What else can I do? I took computer science courses in college, but that was 30 years ago (when they used to have a show), and many of the skills I learned there have become out of date. I recently downloaded Java in an attempt to learn that. My, but that's complicated. Not that I can't learn it, but it will be a long process. C, another programming language is just as complicated.
I've had some experience creating web sites, but most employers want you to have access to particular software, and I don't, because it's expensive. Creating web sites manually is practically unheard of nowadays. because they are difficult to maintain.
I suppose I have other skills, but not many people get paid for playing Warcraft, ;-). And I could work minimum wage jobs, but that won't pay the most basic bills and who wants to scrape by? What kind of life is that? This is basically the kind of life I've been living for years. It stops. Soon(TM).
But let's get back to discovering who I am...
Am I a deadbeat who runs away when the slightest problem occurs? I don't think so, I've been fighting financial problems since losing my job in August. Am I a lethargic game junkie who can't even step out of his apartment any more? Well, if that's true it won't be much longer. I'm giving up the games during this search.
Am I a loser of a writer who can't concentrate on a project long enough to finish it, who is easily distracted? I doubt that, I did manage to finish two books, and get them published.
Anyway, I know the risks. It's a dangerous world out there and I might get eaten by a bear. (Kudos if you get the reference.)
My life is going nowhere at the moment, and my body is slowly deteriorating, not that hiking is the best way to stop that (or the worst), but it will give me time to think.
And in the end, I think I'll be a better person.
Something's gotta give. I can't keep living like this. (This is a life?)
I've done stupid things before. I've walked away before. I've never found myself in the process. This time I won't come back until I do.
I'm getting a digital voice recorder, a digital camera, a backpack, sleeping bag and tent, a decent pair of hiking boots and some clothing that won't disintegrate the first time I'm out there, and I'm going to just walk out, maybe catch a bus to the trail and then see what happens.
I chose the trail because there are camp sites and shelters all along it, because there is water to be found. Because it's a challenge for someone like me.
I'll check in sparingly, upload the pictures and any journal entries I might want to post, and send my voice recordings to my friend, who can transcribe the script I'll be dictating as well as anything else.
I'm serious about this.
You're asking why? Why now?
For me I feel time is running out. I feel if I don't find myself soon I'll never do it. Is that a good thing or a bad thing, not knowing yourself? I honestly am not sure what kind of person I am.
Am I really a customer service agent? I ask myself that a lot. I get annoyed sometimes with customers, I hate hate hate talking, as I believe I've mentioned here before. Is this really what I want to do for the rest of my life?
And if not, what can I do? I can write, but selling that writing takes skills I don't really have.
What else can I do? I took computer science courses in college, but that was 30 years ago (when they used to have a show), and many of the skills I learned there have become out of date. I recently downloaded Java in an attempt to learn that. My, but that's complicated. Not that I can't learn it, but it will be a long process. C, another programming language is just as complicated.
I've had some experience creating web sites, but most employers want you to have access to particular software, and I don't, because it's expensive. Creating web sites manually is practically unheard of nowadays. because they are difficult to maintain.
I suppose I have other skills, but not many people get paid for playing Warcraft, ;-). And I could work minimum wage jobs, but that won't pay the most basic bills and who wants to scrape by? What kind of life is that? This is basically the kind of life I've been living for years. It stops. Soon(TM).
But let's get back to discovering who I am...
Am I a deadbeat who runs away when the slightest problem occurs? I don't think so, I've been fighting financial problems since losing my job in August. Am I a lethargic game junkie who can't even step out of his apartment any more? Well, if that's true it won't be much longer. I'm giving up the games during this search.
Am I a loser of a writer who can't concentrate on a project long enough to finish it, who is easily distracted? I doubt that, I did manage to finish two books, and get them published.
Anyway, I know the risks. It's a dangerous world out there and I might get eaten by a bear. (Kudos if you get the reference.)
My life is going nowhere at the moment, and my body is slowly deteriorating, not that hiking is the best way to stop that (or the worst), but it will give me time to think.
And in the end, I think I'll be a better person.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Review: The Third Man
I saw an episode of Law and Order recently, a rerun, where ADA McCoy uses the film 'The Third Man', to make a point in a trial.
After hearing that, I decided to watch the movie for the first time. Luckily, or so I thought, Netflix has it available for instant viewing.
I'd heard generally good things about it, it had Orson Welles after all, So I was anticipating a good movie.
First, I want to make two things very clear: The story was good. I won't give up the plot, McCoy did a good job of that.
Second, no matter how good the story, I will hardly ever enjoy a Film Noir, as this was meant to be. For all I know it was one of the first of the genre. The one exception to that policy is 'The Maltese Falcon', and even that had such bad acting in it as to be close to not being enjoyable.
It seems to be a hallmark of Film Noir: Bad acting. The only decent performance given was by Orson Welles, and sadly, we only got to see him for the last third of the film, and even then, we didn't hear him much. But his performance wasn't enough to save this film in my opinion.
The awkward lighting and tilted camera angles aside, the music, if you must call it that, was truly the worst I've ever heard that was associated with a film.
The really sad part is: they turned a good story into a bad film. Had this been done straight as a mystery/thriller, it would have been far better that what I saw. I did see it until the end, though I must admit, I was playing games in the foreground, waiting for Orson to make his appearance.
So I don't know what the fuss was about. Maybe for its genre it wasn't bad, but compared to other movies made in the same era, it was really, really bad.
I try very hard not to be negative in life, and since subscribing to Netflix I've seen many a good film and Television. I may write a review later about an Episode of 'Doctor Who' that can truly be called epic.
I may watch it again to get the bad taste of 'The Third Man' out of my brain.
Have a wonderful day!
After hearing that, I decided to watch the movie for the first time. Luckily, or so I thought, Netflix has it available for instant viewing.
I'd heard generally good things about it, it had Orson Welles after all, So I was anticipating a good movie.
First, I want to make two things very clear: The story was good. I won't give up the plot, McCoy did a good job of that.
Second, no matter how good the story, I will hardly ever enjoy a Film Noir, as this was meant to be. For all I know it was one of the first of the genre. The one exception to that policy is 'The Maltese Falcon', and even that had such bad acting in it as to be close to not being enjoyable.
It seems to be a hallmark of Film Noir: Bad acting. The only decent performance given was by Orson Welles, and sadly, we only got to see him for the last third of the film, and even then, we didn't hear him much. But his performance wasn't enough to save this film in my opinion.
The awkward lighting and tilted camera angles aside, the music, if you must call it that, was truly the worst I've ever heard that was associated with a film.
The really sad part is: they turned a good story into a bad film. Had this been done straight as a mystery/thriller, it would have been far better that what I saw. I did see it until the end, though I must admit, I was playing games in the foreground, waiting for Orson to make his appearance.
So I don't know what the fuss was about. Maybe for its genre it wasn't bad, but compared to other movies made in the same era, it was really, really bad.
I try very hard not to be negative in life, and since subscribing to Netflix I've seen many a good film and Television. I may write a review later about an Episode of 'Doctor Who' that can truly be called epic.
I may watch it again to get the bad taste of 'The Third Man' out of my brain.
Have a wonderful day!
Monday, March 8, 2010
Writing: From 'New Rome'
Here is the beginning of my new novel. This is as far as it has gotten thus far. It is rough, and names for the characters haven't been chosen yet.
"There you go son, something new for you. Try to read the words on that sign."
(name) looked at the sign a few meters away. The letters were greek, but the words were not. Yet, they looked familiar. "Father, could the words have a gallic background?"
"Perhaps. All tribes in the north share a common background. Possibly Norse. What do you think they say?"
"They have a harsh tone to them. But since they are in greek one can assume whoever wrote them wanted them to be translated by us. I would guess they are a warning. That word," at this he pointed at the sign, "appears similar to the gallic word for death."
"Very good, but why warn us? Are we not their enemies?"
"A valid point. But in all our travels no one has harmed the three of us, traveling without a guard."
"We are not dressed as soldiers. We dress like them because we wish to blend in. Just as we try to speak their languages. We do this to show we mean them no harm. And I talk to the head of each village we enter to tell them we wish to learn, and not to fight. Soon word spreads ahead of our path."
The boy looked at his father. "Do you mean they expect us here?"
His father nodded.
"In that case perhaps the sign should be obeyed. Perhaps there is plague here."
"Excellent. As a matter of fact there is a cholera outbreak here. The sign does not say that, but I have heard from those that travel away from here. You did not understand the family we met. They were fleeing the village."
The boy crossed his arms. "And so you lead us into a diseased village for what purpose? To teach me a new language?"
His father laughed and turned to their companion. "You see (name), a boy of six has the nerve to question a parent." He turned back to the boy. "I usually applaud such insolence, and this is no exception. Yet (name), you will have to learn when such behavior will be tolerated, and when such behavior can end your life."
The boy nodded, gently. "I have learned much under you, father."
"Then learn this: Cholera can be avoided."
"There you go son, something new for you. Try to read the words on that sign."
(name) looked at the sign a few meters away. The letters were greek, but the words were not. Yet, they looked familiar. "Father, could the words have a gallic background?"
"Perhaps. All tribes in the north share a common background. Possibly Norse. What do you think they say?"
"They have a harsh tone to them. But since they are in greek one can assume whoever wrote them wanted them to be translated by us. I would guess they are a warning. That word," at this he pointed at the sign, "appears similar to the gallic word for death."
"Very good, but why warn us? Are we not their enemies?"
"A valid point. But in all our travels no one has harmed the three of us, traveling without a guard."
"We are not dressed as soldiers. We dress like them because we wish to blend in. Just as we try to speak their languages. We do this to show we mean them no harm. And I talk to the head of each village we enter to tell them we wish to learn, and not to fight. Soon word spreads ahead of our path."
The boy looked at his father. "Do you mean they expect us here?"
His father nodded.
"In that case perhaps the sign should be obeyed. Perhaps there is plague here."
"Excellent. As a matter of fact there is a cholera outbreak here. The sign does not say that, but I have heard from those that travel away from here. You did not understand the family we met. They were fleeing the village."
The boy crossed his arms. "And so you lead us into a diseased village for what purpose? To teach me a new language?"
His father laughed and turned to their companion. "You see (name), a boy of six has the nerve to question a parent." He turned back to the boy. "I usually applaud such insolence, and this is no exception. Yet (name), you will have to learn when such behavior will be tolerated, and when such behavior can end your life."
The boy nodded, gently. "I have learned much under you, father."
"Then learn this: Cholera can be avoided."
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