I Do Some Eccentric Dancing.

I Think What's Really Hard Is Making Sense And Making What You Write Clear And Smooth-flowing.

I Like Weeding, But I Tend To Think Of It As A Solitary Activity.

I Always Wanted To Win The Super Bowl So I Could Take It And Hold It And See What Lies Beyond It. I Think It May Be The Sun.

Twiddle-twiddle Away At My Softly Clicky Keyboard For A While, Making Twiddly Adjustments All Along- And Then Print What I Have Twiddled. Glare At The Printout And Snarl And Curse And Scribble Almost Illegibly All Over It With A Ballpoint Pen. Go Back To The Machine And Enter The Scribbles. Repeat This Procedure Until I Hate The Very Meaning Of Every Word I Know.

Being President Of Too Many Well-meaning Organizations Put My Father Into An Early Grave. The Lesson In This Was Not Lost On Me.