There are no facts, there is no truth, just data to be manipulated.

I remember a time when things were a lot more fun around here, when good was good and evil was evil, before things got fuzzy.

The trouble with you and me my friend, is the trouble with this nation, too many blessings, too little Appreciation.

What are these voices outside love's open door, make us throw off our contentment, and beg for something more?

My love for you will still be strong after the boys of summer have gone.

I have a certain pool of subject matter that I like to write about, things that interest me: politics, religion, ecology, and relationships between men and women. And that's usually what I focus on.

Playing the drums hurts my back.