By the time I was in the fourth grade, I sounded exactly like my father on the phone.

I don't feel old. I feel like a young man that has something wrong with him.

In relative youth, we assume we'll remember everything. Someone should urge the young to think otherwise.

It's no fun being a specimen.

History is not reassuring on the subject of the longevity of seemingly lasting great nations, is it?

The idea that hunting is one against one is ludicrous. It's one animal versus the hunter, the manufacturer of the rifle, the bullet maker, the designer and manufacturer of the telescopic sight, the auto manufacturer who made the car the hunter got to the edge of the wild in, the maker of his waterproof shoes, the various manufacturers of his mittens, glasses, overcoat - and that's only the beginning of the list. The "sportsman" who shoots an animal should then make a speech, like the actor who wins an Oscar does, thanking the multitudes behind the scenes who made this "victory" possible.

I confess, I do have to remind myself almost daily that there are people on this earth capable of reading, writing, eating and dressing themselves who believe their lives are ruled from billions of miles away, by the stars - and, of course, the planets.