My Parents Encouraged Me In Everything I

I Could Tell You Which Writer's Rhythms I Am Imitating. It's Not Exactly Plagiarism, It's Falling In Love With Good Language And Trying To Imitate It.

What You Need For Breakfast, They Say In East Tennessee, Is A Jug Of Good Corn Liquor, A Thick Steak And A Hound Dog. Then You Feed The Steak To The Dog.

I'm Not Knocking The Wholesale Grocery Business Or Any Other, But There Is A Kind Of Romance In Journalism Which Some People, The Lucky Ones, Feel Inside Them All Their Lives.

Most Of Those Old Settlers Told It Like It Was, Rough And Rocky. They Named Their Towns Rimrock, Rough Rock, Round Rock, And Wide Ruins, Skull Valley, Bitter Springs, Wolf Hole, Tombstone. It's A Tough Country. The Names Of Arizona Towns Tell You All You Need To Know.

What Is It That Binds Us To This Place As To No Other? It Is Not The Well, Or The Bell, Or The Stone Walls, Or The Crisp October Nights Or The Memory Of Dogwoods Blooming. Our Loyalty Is Not Only To William Richardson Davie Though We Are Proud Of What He Did 200 Years Ago Today. Nor Even To Dean Smith, Though We Are Proud Of What He Did Last March. No, Our Love For This Place Is Based On The Fact That It Is As It Was Meant To Be, The University Of The People.