The thought started at a bus stop, looking at the places people pass before anyone knows their name.
Public lives can look inevitable from a distance. They never are. Everyone starts on some street, in some kitchen, under some ordinary pressure.
A county does not explain a person, but it gives him weather, habits, corners, and a first idea of what work looks like.
It is worth remembering beginnings without polishing them into destiny. A beginning is not a monument. It is just where the walking started.