Go West Young Man
When I learned to dive, or at least when I learned to fall into water from high places without injuring myself too greatly, there was a period of time where I would go to the edge of the diving board and stand there, shivering and dripping, not sure if I would be able to make my feet move to carry me in. The secret to diving is that it is just falling. You lean forward, whistle through the air, and want to do it again even before parting the water. California is the pool, and tonight I am climbing the ladder to a board suspended two thousand miles from my destination. Here’s to diving.