I'm not any kind of social reformer.
There is such a thing as a national conscience, and it can be touched.
You never heard anybody ask 'Elvis who?'
The everyday kindness of the back roads more than makes up for the acts of greed in the headlines.
I made friends with a lot of those who could have criticized me in print and who didn't, who praised me instead.
What you need for breakfast, they say in East Tennessee, is a jug of good corn liquor, a thick steak and a hound dog. Then you feed the steak to the dog.