In The Sixties, During The Vietnam War,

My Mother Playing The Violin And My Father And Grandfather Playing The Piano, Classical Stuff.

I Get Up Each Morning, Gather My Wits, Pick Up The Paper And Read The Obits. If I'm Not There, I Know I'm Not Dead, So I Eat A Good Breakfast And Go Back To Bed.

The First Step In Solving A Problem Is Admitting There Is A Problem To Be Solved.

Any Idiot Can Be Complicated. It Takes A Genius To Be Simple.

And When One Person Taps Out A Beat, While Another Leads Into The Melody, Or When Three People Discover A Harmony They Never Knew Existed, Or A Crowd Joins In On A Chorus As Though To Raise The Ceiling A Few Feet Higher, Then They Also Know There Is Hope For The World.