Searching Is Half The Fun: Life Is

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.

It's A Fine Line Between Saturday Night And Sunday Morning.

We Got To Roll With The Punches, Play All Of Our Hunches, Make The Best Of Whatever Comes Your Way. Forget That Blind Ambition, Learn To Trust Your Intuition - Plowing Straight Ahead, Come What May.

I Hate To Mention Age, But I Come From An Era When We Weren't Consumed By Technology And Television. My Mother Insisted That Her Children Read. To Describe My Scarce Leisure Time In Today's Terms, I Always Default To Reading.

My Only Contact With The Outside World Was An Rca Victrola, And Elvis Would Sing, And Then I'd Dream About Expensive Cars.