WHAT IS A WALKABOUT JONES?
It’s the feeling you get in the middle of the night when your mouth is dry and you just can’t sleep, and you find yourself wearily searching for that fastly fleeting afterglow of all your bright, youthful ambitions. For life as that grand and colorful fresco you once imagined it would be.
Outside, you hear a single engine bearing down a distant road. It has a sonorous percussion: The steady thump and pump of cylinders, the warbling trill and run of gears. Your heart picks up as it moves closer. You wonder who’s behind the wheel? Where have they been? And where are they going? You could have the whole world in your pocket, every dividend worth keeping. But as that gray ghost throttles closer, you’d give it all away like that for a mile in their rumble seat.
