Every once in awhile, I dig around in my archives and read my old writing. It’s an exercise in vanity, but maybe not as bad as you might think. Most of the time I don’t like what I find. I’m much more critical of my old stuff than whatever I’m currently writing. Sometimes I find something to read that I’d forgotten writing, that’s my favorite. But today I told a story in person that I’d written out a few years ago. Later on, I sat down to read the old version. Once again, I’m not such a big fan the quality of the writing. But the story itself is a good one. As I prepare myself for Ghana, I thought it was worthwhile to revisit.