One son appears in stereo - a transistor in one ear and the phone in the other.
I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night.
You hear a lot of dialogue on the death of the American family. Families aren't dying. They're merging into big conglomerates.
A child develops individuality long before he develops taste.
No one ever died from sleeping in an unmade bed.
Volunteers are the only human beings on the face of the earth who reflect this nation's compassion, unselfish caring, patience, and just plain love for one another.