I Think The Best Part

But Sometimes The Best Help A Person Can Find Is Helping Someone Else.

You,” I Said, “are Sweet Music In A Distant Room.

I Decided To Dub The Room With The Good Chairs My Lutery. Or Perhaps My Performatory. I Would Need A While To Come Up With Something Suitably Pretentious.

Someone's Parents Have Been Singing Entirely The Wrong Sort Of Songs.

No Hard Feelings About That Time In The Crucible When You Mixed My Salts And I Was Nearly Blind For A Day. No. No, Really, Drink Up!