Part Of What's Exciting To Me About

There Is No Word For Feeling Nostalgic About The Future, But That's What A Parent's Tears Often Are, A Nostalgia For Something That Has Not Yet Occurred. They Are The Pain Of Hope, The Helplessness Of Hope, And Finally, The Surrender To Hope.

I Don't Think I Was Awake For Much Of My Childhood. I Did A Lot Of Napping. This Might Have Been A Defensive Measure Against Encroaching Depression. Until About The Age Of Eleven Or Twelve, I Had Zero Interests Other Than Trying To Steal Gumballs From Supermarket Gumball Machines.

I'm Trying To Teach My Children Not To Cry. That's The Big Thing. No Crying. Because I Think We Can All Agree That Crying Is, For The Most Part, For Sissies. If My Team Loses, I'm Going To Cry. And I'm Going To Want My Kids To See Me Crying. Not Because I Think Sports Are So Important, But Because I Bet So Much Money On The Game That We'll Probably Lose The House If My Team Doesn't Win. That's Something To Cry About.

The Things I Care About Are The Most Pedestrian Things In The World. I Care About Good Ice Cream And Being A Good Dad And A Decent Husband.

I'm Not Sure What It Would Mean To Have "made It." Made What? Yes, I Can Make A Decent Living In Show Business, So If That's The Criteria, Then I've Made It. But That Doesn't Feel That Important To Me. The Stuff That Matters To Me Are The New Challenges. I Know That Sounds Hokey, But It's True.