Thinkers Perish, Thoughts Don't.

Working At What You Enjoy Is Far More Important Than What You're Working At.

Speaking Of Birthdays, Our Firstborn [recently Turned 2]. As Parents Sometimes Fondly Do, We Reminisced A Bit About His Early Days On Earth-the Excitement, The Wonder, The Fears When We Brought Him Home. His Every Squeak Or Squawk We Were Sure Heralded Some Terrible Crisis; I Tested The Warmth Of Formulas From Dusk To Dawn, It Seemed. We Were So Germ-conscious My Wife Even Sterilized The Skin Of The Oranges Before Squeezing Them. How Firstborns Ever Survive Their Parents' Attentions Is Beyond Me. However, They Do, And He Did, And, In Spite Of Our Efforts, He Turned Out To Be Quite A Good Guy.

Anticipating Is More Fun Than Recollecting.

Elected Leaders Who Forget How They Got There Won't The Next Time.

I Hope A Start At Getting Some Oil Out Of The Enormous Alaska Field Isn't Indefinitely Mired In A Bureaucratic Morass As A Result Of Our National Concern For The Ecology. This Concern Must Not Be So Misguided, Misdirected, Misused That It Serves To Stop Economic Growth, To Bankrupt Companies, To Stifle New Development, New Jobs, New Horizons. In Fighting New Pollution And Stemming Present Pollution, Exciting, Sometimes Costly Means And Methods Exist And Others Will Evolve. But Blanket Legislative Naysaying To Expanding Power And Energy Sources Is Stupid, Self-defeating.