Dreck Is Dreck And No Amount Of

A Few Weeks After My Surgery, I Went Out To Play Catch With My Golden Retriever. When I Bent Over To Pick Up The Ball, My Prosthesis Fell Out. The Dog Snatched It, And I Found Myself Chasing Him Down The Road Yelling "hey, Come Back Here With My Breast!"

Change, Like Youth, Is Purely Wasted On The Young.

Some Of The Qualities That Go Into Making A Good Reporter - Aggressiveness, A Certain Sneakiness, A Secretive Nature, Nosiness, The Ability To Find Out That Which Someone Wants Hidden, The Inability To Take 'no' With Any Sort Of Grace, A Taste For Gossip, Rudeness, A Fair Disdain For What People Will Think Of You And An Occasional And Calculated Disregard For Rules - Are Also Qualities That Go Into Making A Very Antisocial Human Being.

A Good Time To Laugh Is Any Time You Can.

We Plant A Tree That Won't Be Big Enough To Climb Until We're Too Old To Climb Trees, We Write Constitutions To Protect The Rights Of People Who Won't Be Born For Another Hundred Years And May Not Be Worth The Trouble Anyway, And We Try To Take Care Of Our Sick, Though We All Suffer From A Disease For Which There Is No Cure And No Hope For One. We Will Not Last And We Know We Will Not - And Still We Write, Carve, Build, Paint And Plant To Last. We Are, It Seems To Me, Very, Very Brave.