The National Park Service shot a mule in the face. He survived but had trouble swallowing and often food came out of his nose.

The National Park Service shot a mule in the face. He survived but had trouble swallowing and often food came out of his nose.

I can't take a well-tanned person seriously.

Have you ever heard one civilized person whose opinion you respect, at any time, anywhere, in any civilized country anywhere, say the good new days?

Unlike some people who have experienced the loss of an animal, I did not believe, even for a moment, that I would never get another. I did know full well that there were just too many animals out there in need of homes for me to take what I have always regarded as the self-indulgent road of saying the heartbreak of the loss of an animal was too much ever to want to go through with it again. To me, such an admission brought up the far more powerful admission that all the wonderful times you had with your animal were not worth the unhappiness at the end.

It has long been a theory of mine and I am known, if I do say so, for my long theories that authors, generally speaking, are rotten letter writers.

Opera is like a husband with a foreign title: expensive to support, hard to understand, and therefore a supreme social challenge.