When We Hate Someone We Make Them

To Forgive Is To Unlock The Cage Of Another's Folly To Set Ourselves Free.

The First Casualty Of Hitting Rock Bottom Is Vanity.

. . .and Every Native Has A Story Of Winter – Stories That Usually Begin, You Call This A Storm? And Grow In The Telling Like Battle Tales Shared By Graying War Veterans. It’s A Peculiar Character Flaw To Those Of Us From Cold Climates That We Feel Superior To Those Who Have The Sense To Live Elsewhere.

Mr. Dallstrom Is A Bald, Scarecrow Of A Man With A Poochy Stomache. Think Of A Pregnant Abraham Lincoln.

The Shackles Of Belief, When Reinforced By Fear, Are Difficult To Break Free From And Rarely Done.