“Now when I was a little chap,” recalled Joseph Conrad at the beginning of Heart of Darkness, “I had a passion for maps. I would look for hours at South America, or Africa, or Australia, and lose myself in all the glories of exploration. At that time there were many blank spaces on the earth, and when I saw one that looked particularly inviting on a map (but they all look that) I would put my finger on it and say, ‘When I grow up I will go there.’” I was the same way as a boy. I think the Old Dart Coach, Howie Reed, and Charis Mutschler must have also been. I don’t know what sparked their wanderlust, but I remember the moment I knew I would travel to faraway places.