Too Bad That All The People Who

It's No Surprise That Things Are So Screwed Up: Everyone That Knows How To Run A Government Is Either Driving Taxicabs Or Cutting Hair.

I Get Up Every Morning And Read The Obituary Column. If My Name's Not There, I Eat Breakfast.

Young. Old. Just Words. Inside We Feel Like Our Shoe Size.

By [age] 93, I Had Shrunk Quite A Lot. My Car Was Known As The Phantom Cadillac. People Would See It Whizzing By And They Would Swear There Was No Driver.

I Spent A Year In That Town, One Sunday.