Some people are like the story of Supreme Court Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes, who once found himself on a train, but couldn’t locate his ticket. While the conductor watched, smiling, the eighty-year-old Justice Holmes searched through all his pockets without success. Of course, the conductor recognized the distinguished man so he said, "Mr. Holmes, don’t worry. You don’t need your ticket. You’ll probably find it when you get off the train and I’m sure the Pennsylvania Railroad will trust you to mail it back later."

Holmes looked up with some irritation and said, "My dear man, that is not the problem at all. The problem is, where am I going?"