Grandparents, ph.d. program, looming economics professors and country. from late 1968 to 1907, i rode a motorcycle in swaziland, africa. i was tucked in the kingdom between south africa and mozambique. my students, clients really, were men who had opened trading shops to serve their local communities. they were incredibly nice to me, always offering a cold drink, coke on hot days. even when there was no way to make it cold. those wondrous years i gave up things that didn't matter. electricity, television, hot water, and enjoyed what does matter. beautiful outdoor weather actually. warm people,...