Watergate Left Washington A City Ravaged By

The Worst Thing About Being A Tourist Is Having Other Tourists Recognize You As A Tourist.

You Can't Enjoy Light Verse With A Heavy Heart.

I Am Sitting Here 93 Million Miles From The Sun On A Rounded Rock Which Is Spinning At The Rate Of 1000 Miles An Hour... And My Head Pointing Down Into Space With Nothing Between Me And Infinity But Something Called Gravity Which I Can't Even Understand, And Which You Can't Even Buy Any Place So As To Have Some Stored Away For A Gravityless Day.

The Sinister Nature Of The American Soil Is Apparent In Places Like Gettysburg. Fertilize It With The Blood Of Heros, And It Brings Forth A Frozen-custard Stand.

My Natural Instinct After Doing Something Shameful Is Not To Rush Into The Street Boasting About It But To Put On Dark Glasses And Head For The Next County, Hoping Nobody Notices I've Been In The Neighborhood.