Not long ago, I was returning from a teaching-preaching engagement away from Memphis and had a layover in Detroit. Now, airports are not among my favorite places. But, when I have some time in them, I usually find me a quiet place, if one is available, and work.

I get all sorts of stares from people who see me with my micro-dictator pressed close to my lips. Occasionally, some curious soul will take a stance nearby to see if they can hear what I'm whispering into that little gadget. I think some less sophisticated, may sometimes think I'm a C.I.A. agent, or at least an airport security person.

My secretary, Mary Marino, dreads my going and coming because she knows she will be loaded with dictation when I return. I write a lot of my 'perceptions" when I'm on the road.

Well, back to my la…