My Dad Was A Cotton Buyer And

He Had A Habit Of Remarking To Bartenders That He Didn't See Any Sense In Mixing Whiskey With Water Since The Whiskey Was Already Wet.

Life Is A Goddam Mess...but You Wouldn't Want To Miss It!

...you Can Hate A Place With All Your Heart And Soul And Still Be Homesick For It.

Also, I Had Not Yet Found Out About Time; I Was Still Under The Illusion That I Had Plenty Of Time - Time For This, Time For That, Time For Everything, Time To Waste.

My Dad Was A Cotton Buyer And Cotton Buyers Always Considered Themselves Superior To The Rest Of The World.