Shells Sink, Dreams Float. Life's Good On

You Better Lava Me Now Or Lava Me Not.

My Only Contact With The Outside World Was An Rca Victrola, And Elvis Would Sing, And Then I'd Dream About Expensive Cars.

And There's That One Particular Harbor Sheltered From The Wind Where The Children Play On The Shore Each Day And All Are Safe Within...

I Have Never Cared About Setting World Records, Or Filling My Boat With Fish, Or, For That Matter, Even Catching Fish. I Go For The Experience Of Spending Six Hours In The Arms Of The Ocean, Never Thinking Of A Single Thing Except Chasing Fish.

Later Down The Road Of Life, I Made The Discovery That Salt Water Was Also Good For The Mental Abrasions One Inevitably Acquires On Land.