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What You Need For Breakfast, They Say In East Tennessee, Is A Jug Of Good Corn Liquor, A Thick Steak And A Hound Dog. Then You Feed The Steak To The Dog.

It Was Cold Out There, Bitter, Biting, Cutting, Piercing, Hyperborean, Marmoreal Cold, And There Were All These Minnesotans Running Around Outdoors, Happy As Lambs In The Spring.

There Is Melancholy In The Wind And Sorrow In The Grass

You Can't Travel The Back Roads Very Long Without Discovering A Multitude Of Gentle People Doing Good For Others With No Expectation Of Gain Or Recognition. The Everyday Kindness Of The Back Roads More Than Makes Up For The Acts Of Greed In The Headlines. Some People Out There Spend Their Whole Lives Selflessly.

There Are A Lot Of People Who Are Doing Wonderful Things, Quietly, With No Motive Of Greed, Or Hostility Toward Other People, Or Delusions Of Superiority.