In the 1960s(?), Harry Belafonte sang a nonsensical little ditty called (I think) “Man Piaba, Woman Piaba”. Or possibly it was a wry commentary on life and actually made a lot of sense, but I was a typical male teenager and too stupid to realize it at the time. One of the lines recently came to mind (funny how long-term memory works): “… your Rorschach shows you’re a Peripatetic…”.
Sometimes I think my daughter (and co-author) Leanne and I are student Peripatetics, itinerant… Continue