Had a wee Pal called Tommy Ross [a travelling surname---] in the N.E.of England , who died tragically young. Tommy invited me to his well appointed family home for supper, and during the evening offered to lend me his favourite transport if I wanted a different kind of holiday. He escorted me out back, and proudly showed me his traveller's cart. Tommy's calling had never entered my thoughts prior to that night.I confess to being "fair tickled ."