When I first met M., the very first meeting, we walked all over the city and talked and then talked some more. One of the things I liked about him was that he liked to quote both Bruce Lee and Henry David Thoreau, kind of interchangeably. He talked a lot about Thoreau and, I think, reading him is part of why he, M., has an American dream.

It wasn’t the pretentious Cambridge-guy version of Thoreau, with quotes hauled out merely to impress with erudition. It was more passionate, and I guess the word HDT would use would be “deliberate.”

I keep thinking about HDT and M.

Maybe I should just rent a Bruce Lee flick.