Anytime You Write About Priests Or Cops,

I Could Teach. I Could Wait Tables. I Could Cook In A Restaurant. Food And Teaching Were The Two Skills I Had.

You Can't Always Trust What You Think, What You Know ... But You Can Always Trust Your Nature.

From My Table Inside I Watch The Glamorous Women Outside Who Are Lunching On Spa Cobb Salads Without Blue Cheese Or Dressing. The Man With The Bread Basket Wanders From Table To Table, Lonesome As A Cloud. When He Comes To Me His Basket Is Full And Perfectly Arranged. He Gives Me A Smile Of Sincere Pleasure When I Tell Him I Will Take Both The Sourdough Roll And The Cheese Stick.

No One Should Have To Go Back To The Place Where She Had Once Been A Girl.

You Are Always Someones Favorite Unfolding Story