It's hard for me to get used to these changing times. I can remember when the air was clean and sex was dirty.

Joy is obtaining a big, loving, caring shut-knit household in yet another town.

I was always taught to respect my elders and I've now reached the age when I don't have anybody to respect.

Yale men do not like to be told anything by people who didn't go to Yale. The closest I came to Yale was once I had one of their padlocks.

When I was in Vegas women were throwing their hotel keys at me. But it was after they checked out.

I find you have to take each day as it comes and be thankful for who's left and whatever you can still do.

Should I be the one to play God? We're both about the same age, but we grew up in different neighborhoods.