'The Fox'

Sometime in July 1968, Betsy Gettelfinger purchased a copy of D.H. Lawrence's "The Fox."

She -- or someone who really loved her -- paid 60 cents for it. I own it now. I paid 30 cents.

For the record, the "fox" isn't the man -- or Henry. The "fox" is every opportunity that is either missed or taken in life. When it passes by, there's a burning in the gut. When you grab the opportunity, you feel like you've gotten away with something, like a sly fox sneaking a dead hen out of the coop.

Making Henry (or man) the fox was entirely too easy.