Streets Flooded. Please Advise.

The Great Arizona Desert Is Full Of The Bleaching Bones Of People Who Waited For Me To Start Something.

There Seems To Be No Lengths To Which Humorless People Will Not Go To Analyze Humor. It Seems To Worry Them.

There Is Probably No Moment More Appalling Than That In Which The Tongue Comes Suddenly Upon The Ragged Edge Of A Space From Which The Old Familiar Filling Has Disappeared.

Consider The Number Of Young People All Over The World Who Are Getting Married, Day In And Day Out, For No Other Reason Than Thatsomeone Of The Opposite Sex Looks Well In A Green Jersey Or Sings Baritone, And Then Tell Me That Divorce Has Reached Menacing Proportions. The Surface Of Divorce Has Not Even Been Scratched Yet.

I Am More The Inspirational Type Of Speller. I Work On Hunches Rather Than Mere Facts, And The Result Is Sometimes Open To Criticism By Purists.