i could while away the hours, consultin' with the flowers...

Thanks to Gracie, I've been enjoying Mr. Fooster, Traveling On a Whim.

I was delighted by the opening:

Mr. Fooster has a long list of things he likes to do. One is dreaming. Another is looking for arrowheads. On this Tuesday morning he did neither. He simply put an old wrinkled letter back into its envelope, placed it into his coat pocket, and headed out the door with no particular place to go.