You can't travel the back roads very long without discovering a multitude of gentle people doing good for others with no expectation of gain or recognition. The everyday kindness of the back roads more than makes up for the acts of greed in the headlines. Some people out there spend their whole lives selflessly.

I have spent a good part of my life looking for the perfect barbecue. There is no point in looking in places like Texas, where they put some kind of ketchup on beef and call it barbecue. Barbecue is pork, which narrows the search to the South, and if it's really good pork barbecue you are looking for, to North Carolina.

I much preferred the peaceful life on the road, where I didn't have to ask embarrassing questions and do all the things real reporters have to do.

If there are bleachers in heaven and a warm sun, that's where you'll find Bill Veeck.

I can't remember a time when I didn't want to be a reporter. I don't know where I got the idea that it was a romantic calling.

You never heard anybody ask 'Elvis who?'

I didn't know what narcissism was until I beheld my own naricssus.