Is It Ignorance Or Apathy, I Forget

Grief Is Like The Wake Behind A Boat. It Starts Out As A Huge Wave That Follows Close Behind You And Is Big Enough To Swamp And Drown You If You Suddenly Stop Moving Forward. But If You Do Keep Moving, The Big Wake Will Eventually Dissipate. And After A Long Time, The Waters Of Your Life Get Calm Again, And That Is When The Memories Of Those Who Have Left Begin To Shine As Bright And As Enduring As The Stars Above.

It's A Fine Line Between Saturday Night And Sunday Morning.

I Hate To Mention Age, But I Come From An Era When We Weren't Consumed By Technology And Television. My Mother Insisted That Her Children Read. To Describe My Scarce Leisure Time In Today's Terms, I Always Default To Reading.

I Got Quarters In My Loafers Trying To Fight Inflation When It Only Used To Take A Cent.

If The Phone Doesn't Ring, It's Me.