WINDS

The book title, Wind in the Elephant Tree, traces to a time when, at age 20, I rough-necked my way through wilderness deserts of Mexico with several friends. I came to realize that although I was strong, reasonably good-looking and becoming well educated, I could perish in the desert and no one would care except ants, vultures and maybe my younger sister. The realization that neither I, nor anyone else, is the center of the universe has never faded.