Childhood Is A Short Season.

We May Be Living In The Twentieth Century, In Resplendent Sophistication. But Deep Down, Most Of Us Find Ourselves Still In The Stone Age Of Superstition.

When Charles First Saw Our Child Mary, He Said All The Proper Things For A New Father. He Looked Upon The Poor Little Red Thing And Blurted, "she's More Beautiful Than The Brooklyn Bridge."

Legends Die Hard. They Survive As Truth Rarely Does.

Yes, I Have Doubted. I Have Wandererd Off The Path. I Have Been Lost. But I Always Returned. It Is Beyond The Logic I Seek. It Is Intuitive - An Intrinsic, Built-in Sense Of Direction. I Seem To Find My Way Home. My Faith Has Wavered But Has Saved Me.

The Good Die Young But Not Always. The Wicked Prevail But Not Consistently. I Am Confused By Life, And I Feel Safe Within The Confines Of The Theatre.