There is an ancient Celtic axiom that says 'Good people drink good beer.' Which is true, then as now. Just look around you in any public barroom and you will quickly see: Bad people drink bad beer. Think about it.

It gave me a strange feeling, and the rest of that night I didn’t say much, but merely sat there and drank, trying to decide if I was getting older and wiser, or just plain old.

Democracy as a system has evolved into something that Thomas Jefferson didn't anticipate.

We can't stop here, this is bat country!

I guess I'm just courtly until people get in my way. You'll find most Southerners are like that.

The towers are gone now, reduced to bloody rubble, along with all hopes for Peace in Our Time, in the United States or any other country. Make no mistake about it: We are At War now & with somebody & and we will stay At War with that mysterious Enemy for the rest of our lives.

Luck is a very thin wire between survival and disaster, and not many people can keep their balance on it.