Why would anyone steal a shopping cart? It's like stealing a two-year-old.

Limousines used to be reserved for the ruling class, or, on special occasions, for the working class. Today, limousines are like taxicabs with the door handles still intact.

You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.

There's something wrong with a mother who washes out a measuring cup with soap and water after she's only measured water in it.

. . . but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute - look at it and really see it - live it - and never give it back.

It was a bitter moment for us. We weren't two mature parents. We were just two kids playing grown-up. We still needed Mommy and Daddy's permission, blessings, and money to survive.

What does it profit a 78-year-old woman to sit around the pool in a bikini if she cannot feed herself?