Sweet Life Continues In The Breeze, In

...but I Preferred Reading The American Landscape As We Went Along. Every Bump, Rise, And Stretch In It Mystified My Longing.

I Looked Up At The Dark Sky And Prayed To God For A Better Break In Life And A Better Chance To Do Something For The Little People I Loved.

There Are Worse Things Than Being Mad.

Suppose We Suddenly Wake Up And See That What We Thought To Be This And That, Ain't This And That At All?

This Is The Story Of America. Everybody's Doing What They Think They're Supposed To Do.