To Hell With Facts! We Need Stories.

There's Something About Taking A Plow And Breaking New Ground. It Gives You Energy.

You Don't Plow Under The Corn Because The Seed Was Planted With A Neighbor's Shovel.

Then The Trembling Starts To Get Worse. This Must Be How They Begin, He Thinks. Freak-outs. Breakdowns. Crack-ups. Eventually Shut-ins And Finally Cross-offs. But First The Cover-up . . .

Because He Knows You Have To Laugh At The Things That Hurt You Just To Keep Yourself In Balance, Just To Keep The World From Running You Plumb Crazy. He Knows There's A Painful Side; He Knows My Thumb Smarts And His Girlfriend Has A Bruised Breast And The Doctor Is Losing His Glasses, But He Won't Let The Pain Blot Out The Humor No More'n He'll Let The Humor Blot Out The Pain.

Truth Doesn't Run On Time Like A Commuter Train.