There is an old English adage which says, "That the child that is born on a Thursday, has far to go," and I think most of my long life has been spent in verifying its truth.<br><br>When I was less than six months old, I was traveling with members of my Grandfather Benton's family, in a stage coach along what was then called the National Turnpike, - the road that in those days led from Washington to St. Louis. The stage turned turtle, rolled down an embankment and when the rescued grown people of the party regained their composure, they expected to find me fatally hurt from the fall.<br><br>When the stage driver picked me up out of the debris, however, I smiled in his face, and in handing me over to my grandfather, the driver said:<br><br>"Senator, this baby will make a good traveler."