I was in the waiting room of our favorite family practice here in Statesboro — I am fine, but they just wanted to look at my legs — and started up a conversation with an intelligent-looking guy sitting across from me. Reading the magazines was out of the question as I have looked at them so many times that I have memorized the articles. Anyway — and I can't tell you his profession because you'd know him and I did not get his permission to write about our conversation — we got to talking about the old way of working for a living.