August 2nd, 2009

Moose With Mug

George Paten and Me

About a month ago, a favorite uncle of mine, responding to a Facebook post I made, said the following: "If you find your passion and what you like to do, you will NEVER work another day in your life." I truly wish it was that easy for me -- in fact, I wonder if I ever will figure it out. To best illustrate why, I need to share an experience from 8th grade. During that school year I borrowed Nine Tomorrows, one of Isaac Asimov's early short story collections, from the school library. I didn't fully realize it at the time, but I was at the beginning of a quest to devour as much of his SF as I could. Given his prodigious output, the expedition took the better part of my teen years. In fact, I sometimes wonder how it is I ever managed the time to read anything else. Anyway, like many items I've read over the years, I've forgotten everything about a number of the stories in the book. However, one story in particular really made an impression on me and continued to stand out in my mind for years. No, it wasn't "The Last Question" or "The Ugly Little Boy" (both great stories that deservedly have been anthologized numerous times). It was "Profession."

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