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Time is clicking. Tick, tock. I am in the process of trying to relocate and the process is difficult. Given the present state of the economy, I am trying to find something rather cheap (as my realtor buddy, Tim Hearn, said). It turns out there are some reasonable places around, but it all depends on what you are willing to live with under the circumstances. I have a tendency to accept a lot more than I should as far as inconvenience. And I don't always stay cognizant of the image others may have.

I remember back when I used to drive the old Volkswagen Jetta. The air-conditioner didn't work. It didn't have a working radio. It was small. I was talking to another lawyer in town and she stated tha she was impressed that I drove the little volkswagen rather than having some snazzy lawyer car. I hadn't really thought about it. It was just a way to get around town.

Image does matter. As my father said, we are all salesmen. And success breeds success.

I wonder sometimes where the character and personality come from. My dad clearly wanted to get away from the farm. It must have been a little surprising to some, back in the days when I was still playing little league football, and he volunteered to operate the tractor on the playing fields. An IBM salesman driving a tractor in the dirt and dust.

It wasn't as strange as watching Bob Smalley mowing his lawn on a riding lawn mower in his khakis and button down shirt. I never saw that, but I heard about it.

I know my brother and sister wonder why I live in Griffin. It has a certain appeal. Its hard to explain. But very different from Dunwoody and Palm Beach. I guess I wonder too sometimes.