We're called New Jersey but we're actually the suburbs of New York.
Memories, you see, hurt. The good ones most of all.
I'm thinking of taking up golf, but the idea of spending time with golfers frightens me.
The ugliest truth, in the end, was still better than the prettiest of lies.
This is the price you pay for having a great father. You get the wonder, the joy, the tender moments - and you get the tears at the end, too.
I'm also inspired by anything that I consider great. It makes me want to raise my game too - Hitchcock movies, Hopper paintings, Springsteen concerts.