Nothing Echoes Like An Empty Mailbox.

Snoopy (musing On His Rooftop): Good Grief! Is It November Already? My Life Is Going By Too Fast. I Think Someone Pushed The "fast Forward" Button.

Dear Irs, I Am Writing To Cancel My Subscription. Please Remove My Name From Your Mailing List.

Do What Is Absolutely You And Nobody Else.

Do You Have Your Own Room, Charlie Brown?" "oh, Yes... I Have A Very Nice Room." "i Hope You Realize That You Won't Always Have Your Own Room... Someday You'll Get Drafted Or Something, And You'll Have To Leave Your Room Forever!" "why Do You Tell Me Things Like That?" "it's On A List I've Made Up For You... I Call It, Things You Might As Well Know!

I Want To Be Liked... No, I Want To Be More Than Just Liked... I Want People To Say, "that Charlie Brown Is A Great Guy!" And When People Are At Parties, I Want Them To Look For Me, And When I Finally Arrive, I Want Them To Say, "here Comes Good Ol' Charlie Brown... Now Everything Will Be All Right!" I Want To Be A Special Person... I Want To Be Needed... It's Kind Of Hard To Explain... Do You Understand? I Mean, Do You Know What I'm Talking About?" "sure, I Understand Perfectly..." "well?" "forget It! Five Cents, Please!