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我一生大多数时间都是做旅行推销商，所以孤独成了一种职业病。但有一年，我的小女儿珍宁送给了我一副想家的解药。
那是一只玩具企鹅，它有一双乌溜溜的眼睛，打着红色蝴蝶结，长着一双橘黄色的脚———大约有五英寸高。它的左腿上粘着一个小牌子，上面手绘着：“我爱我爸！”我马上在我的梳妆台上给企鹅提供了一席之地。
下一次旅行时，我就将企鹅放进了手提箱。当夜我给家里打电话时，珍宁忐忑不安地说企鹅不见了。“宝贝儿，它跟我在一块呢，”我解释说，“我把它带在了身边。”
从那以后，企鹅就跟我一路同行———就像我的公文包或剃须用具一样必不可少。而且我们一路上成了朋友。在阿尔伯克基市，我登记住进一家旅馆，倒出手提包里的东西后便匆匆赶去参加一个会议。当我回来时，女服务员已经铺过床，并将企鹅放在了枕头上。在波士顿，我发现它卧在床头几上的一只玻璃杯里。有一次，在纽约市肯尼迪机场，一位报关代理人从我的手提箱里搜出了企鹅，将它举起来，说：“谢天谢地我们对爱是不收税的，否则你就要欠一大笔钱喽。”
有天晚上，我发现企鹅不翼而飞；在疯狂地打了一番电话之后，我才得知我将它忘在我先前住的旅馆房间里了，旅馆的一名服务员已经把它收起来了。我驱车一百英里去取；我午夜赶到那里时，企鹅正在前台等着我呢。在大厅里，满脸倦容的生意人在旁边看着我们的重逢———我想，他们有点嫉妒。
珍宁现在已经上了大学，而我也不像以前那样经常旅行了。企鹅放在我的梳妆台上，它时刻提醒着我爱是妙不可言的旅伴。我出门在外在路上颠簸的那些岁月，它是我从不离身的一件东西。
摘译自Enjoy English
I’ve spent most of my career as a traveling salesman, and so I know that battling loneliness is an occupational hazard1. But one year, my little girl Jeanine gave me the cure medicine for my homesickness.
It had black beady eyes, a red bow tie and orange feet—a stuffed penguin that stood about five inches tall. Attached to its left wing was a little sign bearing the hand-painted declaration “I Love My Dad!”.I immediately granted the penguin a special place on my dresser.
On my next trip, I threw the penguin in my suit－case. That night when I called home, Jeanine was upset that the penguin had disappeared. “Honey, he’s here with me,” I explained, “I brought him along.”
From then on, the penguin came with me—as es－sential as my briefcase or shaving kit. And we made friends along the way. In Albuquerque2, I checked into a hotel, dumped out my bag and dashed to a meeting. When I returned, the maid had turned down the bed and stood the penguin on the pillow. In Boston, I found it perched3 in a glass on the nightstand. Once a customs agent at New York’s Kennedy Airport dug the penguin out of my suitcase and, holding it up, said, “Thank God we don’t charge a tax on love, or you’d owe a bundle.”
One night， I discovered the penguin missing, and after a frantic phone call, I learned I’d left it in my previous hotel room, where it had been rescued by a maid. I drove a hundred miles to retrieve4 it, and when I arrived at midnight, the penguin was waiting at the front desk. In the lobby, tired business travelers looked on at the reunion—I think with a touch of envy.
Jeanine is in college now, and I don’t travel as much. The penguin sits on my dresser, a reminder that love is a wonderful traveling companion. All those years on the road, it was the one thing I never left home without.
那是一只玩具企鹅，它有一双乌溜溜的眼睛，打着红色蝴蝶结，长着一双橘黄色的脚———大约有五英寸高。它的左腿上粘着一个小牌子，上面手绘着：“我爱我爸！”我马上在我的梳妆台上给企鹅提供了一席之地。
下一次旅行时，我就将企鹅放进了手提箱。当夜我给家里打电话时，珍宁忐忑不安地说企鹅不见了。“宝贝儿，它跟我在一块呢，”我解释说，“我把它带在了身边。”
从那以后，企鹅就跟我一路同行———就像我的公文包或剃须用具一样必不可少。而且我们一路上成了朋友。在阿尔伯克基市，我登记住进一家旅馆，倒出手提包里的东西后便匆匆赶去参加一个会议。当我回来时，女服务员已经铺过床，并将企鹅放在了枕头上。在波士顿，我发现它卧在床头几上的一只玻璃杯里。有一次，在纽约市肯尼迪机场，一位报关代理人从我的手提箱里搜出了企鹅，将它举起来，说：“谢天谢地我们对爱是不收税的，否则你就要欠一大笔钱喽。”
有天晚上，我发现企鹅不翼而飞；在疯狂地打了一番电话之后，我才得知我将它忘在我先前住的旅馆房间里了，旅馆的一名服务员已经把它收起来了。我驱车一百英里去取；我午夜赶到那里时，企鹅正在前台等着我呢。在大厅里，满脸倦容的生意人在旁边看着我们的重逢———我想，他们有点嫉妒。
珍宁现在已经上了大学，而我也不像以前那样经常旅行了。企鹅放在我的梳妆台上，它时刻提醒着我爱是妙不可言的旅伴。我出门在外在路上颠簸的那些岁月，它是我从不离身的一件东西。
摘译自Enjoy English
I’ve spent most of my career as a traveling salesman, and so I know that battling loneliness is an occupational hazard1. But one year, my little girl Jeanine gave me the cure medicine for my homesickness.
It had black beady eyes, a red bow tie and orange feet—a stuffed penguin that stood about five inches tall. Attached to its left wing was a little sign bearing the hand-painted declaration “I Love My Dad!”.I immediately granted the penguin a special place on my dresser.
On my next trip, I threw the penguin in my suit－case. That night when I called home, Jeanine was upset that the penguin had disappeared. “Honey, he’s here with me,” I explained, “I brought him along.”
From then on, the penguin came with me—as es－sential as my briefcase or shaving kit. And we made friends along the way. In Albuquerque2, I checked into a hotel, dumped out my bag and dashed to a meeting. When I returned, the maid had turned down the bed and stood the penguin on the pillow. In Boston, I found it perched3 in a glass on the nightstand. Once a customs agent at New York’s Kennedy Airport dug the penguin out of my suitcase and, holding it up, said, “Thank God we don’t charge a tax on love, or you’d owe a bundle.”
One night， I discovered the penguin missing, and after a frantic phone call, I learned I’d left it in my previous hotel room, where it had been rescued by a maid. I drove a hundred miles to retrieve4 it, and when I arrived at midnight, the penguin was waiting at the front desk. In the lobby, tired business travelers looked on at the reunion—I think with a touch of envy.
Jeanine is in college now, and I don’t travel as much. The penguin sits on my dresser, a reminder that love is a wonderful traveling companion. All those years on the road, it was the one thing I never left home without.