I Like When The Ice Gets Thin,

Being The Offspring Of English Teachers Is A Mixed Blessing. When The Film Star Says To You, On The Air, 'it Was A Perfect Script For She And I,' Inside Your Head You Hear, In The Sarcastic Voice Of Your Late Father, 'perfect For She, Eh? And Perfect For I, Also?'

In The Main, Ghosts Are Said To Be Forlorn And Generally Miserable, If Not Downright Depressed. The Jolly Ghost Is Rare.

It's A Rare Person Who Wants To Hear What He Doesn't Want To Hear.

I Don't See The Future As Bright, Language-wise. I See It As A Glass Half Empty - And Evaporating Quickly.

All Three Of My Parents - I Also Had A Stepmother - Were Teachers, And My Dad Taught High School, And As He Always Reminded Me When I Was Going To Spend Some Money On Something, 'your Mother And I, In The Depression, Had To Decide Whether To Spend A Dime On A Loaf Of Bread Or If We Could Go To A Movie With It.'