The last major childhood disease remains and it's the worst of them all: nuclear war.
As soon as I arrive at the house, Laurie starts running, hits my chest, knocks me down, and licks my face. It's become a family ritual.
There are an awful lot of skinny people in the cemetery.
There are no shortcuts to any place worth going.
I don't share blame. I don't share credit. And I don't share desserts.
I really do believe I can accomplish a great deal with a big grin, I know some people find that disconcerting, but that doesn't matter.