"Life is a tangerine," said the wise man. "You have to peel it to get to the good part." I had quit my job and sold my 1967 Mustang To travel to Kathmandu. The men in Kathmandu were not wise enough, So I walked with a Sherpa named Kermit East to Lhotse Face To the wisest man. "You're full of shit," I told him. I returned to the World, but the only Mustang I could afford was a 1992 LX convertible with a crumpled Left fender. At least it was red.