i love cliches.
when i was a kid living out in the void space between red bluff and cottonwood in northern california1 i did not have a great deal of entertainment at hand. sure we had both cbs and pbs (but in the mid-eighties that was not saying much). in between exploring the outdoors and my chores, i spent a good deal of my time reading. mostly the set of encyclopedias that took space in our den. i had a personal goal to read every volume and retain as much information as i possibly could. and as most who know me can attest, i am a fiend for information. i love it. it fills my bucket like few things do2.