Storytelling Is An Ancient And

What I Am Finding Now Is That My Audience Is Getting Younger As I Get Older, Which Is A Very Good Thing As You Know - You Don't Want Them To Get Older As You Get Older.

Loyalty Is Weird, It Kicks In When You Dont Expect It And The People Who Deserve Loyalty Least Seem To Get It The Most.

The 60s Passed And Faded And I Grew Older, And In 1987 Bought A House In Upstate New York, And It Turned Out That John Brown Was Buried Down The Road From My House And That He Had Lived There Longer Than Anywhere Else And His House Was Still Standing.

What You Believe Matters, However. It’s All Anyone Has To Act On. And Since What You Do Is Who You Are, Your Actions Define You. If You Don’t Believe Anything Is True Simply Because You Can’t Logically Prove What’s True, You Won’t Do Anything. You Won’t Be Anything. You’ll End Up Spending Your Life In A Rocking Chair Looking Out At The Horizon Waiting For An Answer That Never Comes. You Might As Well Be Dead. It’s An Old Philosophical Problem.

Driving Home, It's All I Can Do To Keep From Crying. Time's Come, Time's Gone, Time's Never Returning, I Say To Myself. What's Here In Front Of Me Is All I've Got, I Decide, And As I Drive My Car Through The Blowing Snow It Doesn't Seem Like Much, Except For The Kindness That I've Just Exchanged With An Old Lady, So I Concentrate On That.