That smell of freshly cut grass makes me think of Friday night football in high school. The smell of popcorn and cigar smoke reminds me of the stadium. The cutting of the grass reminds me of the August practice.

I'd like to think a baseball picture is somewhere in my future.

Time is on the side of all things good.

I wore bell bottoms in elementary school. Never wore elephant bells. Remember, this was middle Oklahoma in the '70s.

Choose to chance the rapids and dare to dance the tide.

How you ever gonna know if you're the best? How you ever gonna know what you believe in, if you don't put it to the test?

Somebody that comes and dumps a brand-new album on me and doesn't play the old stuff, I'm pissed!