There Is An Eagle In Me That

Drum On Your Drums, Batter On Your Banjos, Sob On The Long Cool Winding Saxophones. Go To It, O Jazzmen.

An Expert Is A Damn Fool A Long Way From Home.

After The Sunset On The Prairie, There Are Only The Stars

We Had Two Grand Antique Professors Who Had Been Teaching At Lombard Since Before I Was Born.

I Couldn't See Myself Filling Some Definite Niche In What Is Called A Career. This Was All Misty.