My father was an actor who would often take my sister and I with him on his nightly walkings of the dog, mostly on weekends because of our respective bedtimes on the nights before the days we spent in school, and occasionally he would engage in friendly, or sometimes not, conversations with strange individuals cruising the midnight nation in search of just such encounters. It wasn’t until I was 17 that I reached the conclusion that this was a device to aid his performing skills. However, I also concluded that this ‘device’ could be of large aid to the skills of a human being. The skills which guide us down our own personal highways when the street lights have burnt out and we have but one working headlight. A truer knowledge of fellow animals could not be attained then in this course of action. Though I am a poet in profession and act no more than anyone does to the faces of others, I do as my father did and converse with my surroundings, immersing myself in humanity like a true romantic. I guess I will never know exactly why my father did what he did, but I will always have the hope that he did it for the same reasons as I will always.