How Is It That So Often .

Some Of My Colleagues Want To Be The Anchorman On The Mount. Others See Themselves As The Ace Reporter. Because Of 60 Minutes, There's A Whole Herd Of Them Determined To Be The Grand Inquisitor And A Heady Number Want Only To Be The Friendliest Anchor On The Block. At Least One Wants To Be Jesus.

Like Nietzsche, I Believe That Without Music, Life Would Be A Mistake. Nothing But Silence Says It Better.

Time Doesn't Go. Time Stays. We Go.

[my Father] Was Generous With His Affection, Given To Great, Awkward, Engulfing Hugs, And I Can Remember So Clearly The Smell Of His Hugs, All Starched Shirt, Tobacco, Old Spice, And Cutty Sark. Sometimes I Think I've Never Been Properly Hugged Since.

The Best Time To Laugh Is Anytime You Can.