If We Weren't All Crazy, We'd Just

These Old Ballparks Are Like Cathedrals In America. We Don't Have Big Old Gothic Cathedrals Like They Do In Europe. But We Got Baseball Parks.

Truth Is Stranger Than Fishin.

We Are The People Our Parents Warned Us About.

Grief Is Like The Wake Behind A Boat. It Starts Out As A Huge Wave That Follows Close Behind You And Is Big Enough To Swamp And Drown You If You Suddenly Stop Moving Forward. But If You Do Keep Moving, The Big Wake Will Eventually Dissipate. And After A Long Time, The Waters Of Your Life Get Calm Again, And That Is When The Memories Of Those Who Have Left Begin To Shine As Bright And As Enduring As The Stars Above.

Is It Time For Your Medication Or Mine?