Serious Journalism Need Not Be Solemn.

Listen Once In A While. It's Amazing What You Can Hear.

It Seems To Be A Law In American Life That Whatever Enriches Us Anywhere Except In The Wallet Inevitably Becomes Uneconomic.

I Am Sitting Here 93 Million Miles From The Sun On A Rounded Rock Which Is Spinning At The Rate Of 1000 Miles An Hour... And My Head Pointing Down Into Space With Nothing Between Me And Infinity But Something Called Gravity Which I Can't Even Understand, And Which You Can't Even Buy Any Place So As To Have Some Stored Away For A Gravityless Day.

So There He Is At Last. Man On The Moon. The Poor Magnificent Bungler! He Can't Even Get To The Office Without Undergoing The Agonies Of The Damned, But Give Him A Little Metal, A Few Chemicals, Some Wire And Twenty Or Thirty Billion Dollars And Vroom! There He Is, Up On A Rock A Quarter Of A Million Miles Up In The Sky.

Reporters Thrive On The World's Misfortune. For This Reason They Often Take An Indecent Pleasure In Events That Dismay The Rest Of Humanity.