[Cousin Jack]

I don't own a house on a hill, but I've climbed many a hill, and slept upon some in a whispering tent, among the flowers and the stars.... I don't own a motorhome or Aston-Martin sports car, but I've rambled through high mountain ranges on a powerful motorcycle, the thrum of its engine in tune with the rushing of blood in my veins....I don't live in a mansion, but I have lived for two decades in a small house warmed by a woman's love, a house that has rung for years with laughter.... and I don't sit on corporate boards of high power or prestige, but I've seen the joy in a child's face over something I've done, and I've had young mothers bring their babies to me, just so I could see them....

Yeah, I've made compromises in life, not a damn one of which I've ever regretted....ever.....

 

[Cousin Jack]

Well put. Just curious where you are in the third pic. Looks like a nice ride!

Descending from the summit of Stelvio Pass, Italy...... a must-do ride!

 

[Cousin Jack]

A damned compromise sounds a little like a regretted one.

Nope, the "damn" was for emphasis........ the compromises I made were "blessed" ones..... I traded money, prestige, and power -- for freedom, love, nourishing human relationships, and adventure..... it was a good bargain thirty years ago, and it's a good bargain today!