Wonderful ... I Was Up All Night

All The Travelin I Ever Done Is Going Around The Coffeepot Looking For The Handle.

We're All Strange Inside. We Learn How To Disguise Our Differences As We Grow Up.

In A Rough Way The Short Story Writer Is To The Novelist As A Cabinetmaker Is To A House Carpenter.

No Wonder, He Thought, That The Panhandle People Were A Godly Lot, For They Lived In Sudden, Violent Atmospheres. Weather Kept Them Humble.

I Am Influenced By Words And The Chewiness Of Language