Everybody Came from Somewhere Else it seems.  Maybe that's because one has to start to learn, to move u[ in theworld of --anything.  Go to school, graduate, get a job, get married, have babies.  Most people stay put.  Same town, same farm, same job, grow older, retire--die and have a dignified and fitting funeral.

Some of us don't fit the mold, don't relish the thought of same old same old.  We are put together differently.  It's not the right way, just a different way.  I followed the latter course.  Please let me tell you about it.  The Demeres came from France, the Barwises from England.  I climbed down from that family tree.  The Demere and Barwise Tree.