Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
Southern political personalities, like sweet corn, travel badly. They lose flavor with every hundred yards away from the patch. By the time they reach New York, they are like Golden Bantam that has been trucked up from Texas – stale and unprofitable. The consumer forgets that the corn tastes different where it grows.
When I travel abroad, because I’m Columbian, I’m always one that they check twice and security and I’m the one that they open my bag and the one they pull to the side to check the visa.
Everyone carries his own inch rule of taste, and amuses himself by applying it, triumphantly, wherever he travels.