If I Don't Have Time To Live

I Fear The Boredom That Comes With Not Learning And Not Taking Chances.

Weddings Seem To Be Magnets For Mishap And For Whatever Craziness Lurks In Family Closets. In More Ways Than One, Weddings Bring Out The Ding-dong On Everybody Involved.

I Love This Child. Red-haired - Patient And Gentle Like Her Mother - Fey And Funny Like Her Father. When She Giggles I Can Hear Him When He And I Were Young. I Am Part Of This Child. It May Be Only Because We Share Genes And That Therefore Smell Familiar To Each Other.... It May Be That A Part Of Me Lives In Her In Some Important Way.... But For Now, It's Jelly Beans And 'old Macdonald' That Unite Us.

It Is The Chair In Honor Of All Those Who, However Competently, Embrace The Impossible. Sit In That Chair Someday.

As One Old Gentleman Put It, " Son, I Don't Care If You're Stark Nekkid And Wear A Bone In Your Nose. If You Kin Fiddle, You're All Right With Me. It's The Music We Make That Counts.