If there’s one thing I can’t abide by, it’s routine. I’m a man of variety – in need of broad new horizons, each and every day.

I’d never want to be stuck doing something on a regular basis. Day after day, no end in sight – like some drone.

No sir, for me, the open road is a blank canvas, intended to be traveled with reckless abandon, on a pogo stick. On a pogo stick, blindfolded. I don’t even want to see the future coming. Unless it has 18 wheels and bad brakes…then maybe somebody should tip me off.

I’ve never been happy in jobs that required brainless repetition. If I searched deep within my soul, I’m not so sure I’d be happy with brainy repetition either. Without a doubt, I’d never want to be forced to do something day in and day out, with no visible end to the task in sight. I mean, I know we all need shoe laces, but I don’t want to be the guy running the lace machine eight hours a day.

Of course, this time of year I wear a lot of sandals, so I’d be laid off anyway, I suppose…

That’s just the kind of maverick I am. I don’t bow down to routine, I take it by its scruffy goatee, and shake it out like a towel at the hairdressing salon.

(Not that I go to a hairdressing salon, but I needed a quick analogy. I see hairdressers snapping towels on TV all the time.)

So, there you have it folks. One thing you will always be able to count on, when it comes to my own personal philosophy in life – don’t retread the same tires. Don’t walk the plank more than once. Don’t shuffle off to Buffalo twice. Or thrice.

You won’t ever catch me doing the same darn thing, day after day…

Chow for now!!