By The Time I Was In The

I Don't Feel Old. I Feel Like A Young Man That Has Something Wrong With Him.

When I Was A Kid In Nebraska, A Cantankerous Farmer, Known For Plinking With His '22 At Passing Cars In Which He Perceived Enemies, Ingeniously Rigged Up A Shotgun In His House, Trained On The Inside Of His Front Door So As To Widely Distribute Any Intruder.

I Have A Disturbing Problem With Losing Things. My Vulnerability To Loss-distress Could Properly Be Labeled Not Only Inordinate, But Neurotic.

Every Comic Can Report A Few 'gift From The Gods' Moments.

My Iq Is Somewhere Between Spiro Agnew's And Albert Einstein's.