It Wasn't That I Had Gotten It

I Made Some Friends For Life, The Way I Usually Make Them. Any Jackass Can Be Pleasant Company, But If People Help You When You're At Your Worst, That's A Friend.

The Best Writers Who Have Put Pen To Paper Have Often Had A Journalism Background.

Most National Correspondents Will Tell You They Rely On Stringers And Researchers And Interns And Clerks And News Assistants.

But I Hope I Will Never Have A Life That Is Not Surrounded By Books, By Books That Are Bound In Paper And Cloth And Glue, Such Perishable Things For Ideas Have Lasted Thousands Of Years . . . I Hope I Am Always Walled In By The Very Weight And Breadth And Clumsy, Inefficient, Antiquated Bulk Of Them, Hope That I Spend My Last Days On This Earth Arranging And Rearranging Them On Thrones Of Good, Honest Pine, Oak, And Mahogany, Because I Just Like To Look At Their Covers, And Dream Of The Promise Of The Great Stories Inside.

These Were People... Who Built Redwood Decks On Their Mobile Homes And Have No Idea That Smart-aleck Yankees Think That Is Somehow Funny. People Of The Pines. My People.