September 27, 2002
It's like feeding deer.
Some of them are going to eat right out of my hand.
Some of them are going to take one look and run full out in the other direction.
Some of them are going to try and destroy me, run me into the ground with their hooves, gore me with their antlers.
Some of them are going to stand dead still, totally alert, thirty feet away, look me dead in the eye, watch every move I make.
It's not my business which wants to eat.
My job is to stand, hand outstretched, ready to feed deer.