We Split A Bottle Of Norman Cider.

I Got Thrown Out Of School Several Weeks In My Senior Year Being Caught In The Girls' Dorm. This Was 1954, Friends. The Girls' Dorm Was Off Limits. Even To Girls, I Think.

This Was 1954, Friends. The Girls' Dorm Was Off Limits. Even To Girls, I Think.

I Have Reached The Point Where I Know That As Long As I Sit Down To Write, The Ideas Will Come. What They Will Be, I Don't Know.

The Key To Growing Up Well, Is Being Tough Enough.

Coincidence Exists, But Believing In It Never Did Me Any Good.