Up with the sun. Gone with the wind.
One victim lives in tragedy, another victim stops to stare, and still another walks on by pretending not to see
It's a rite of passage for the everyman, to a higher ground.
I always loved music. You know, my parents said I started singing when I was 4, in the car.
It's the age of reason for the anarchist.
I sailboat raced, I love to go out on my motorcycle alone, but I also love my family dearly. I love that aspect of my life as well.