Some years past, not that long back, there were three guys that enjoyed tripping together, Charles, Ed, and I. We all lived in the greater Atlanta area. Charles worked on his own under the auspices of a property insurance sales organization. He had the look of a professional and he dressed the part. Except at play, he wore a business smile, a white shirt and tie, well groomed, a hair cut once a week, with an expensive looking pair of glasses without which he couldn't see. When at play, his casual clothes were a cut above the norm. He seemed always to have a wad of cash in his pocket.