I'm inspired by people who keep on rolling, no matter their age.

Places I've lived since then had to have some kind of uniqueness and character about them. And logically Key West, and then Down Island. So, all of that stuff sort of had it's roots in New Orleans and went crazy.

I remember the excruciating school task of writing a three-page term paper. But, oh, that feeling when I was done! I think I drive myself for that feeling of accomplishment.

There's no 'dumb-ass' vaccine.

Any attempts at autobiography before the age of eighty seem pretty self-involved to me. There are a lot of smart middle aged people but not many wise ones.

Searching is half the fun: life is much more manageable when thought of as a scavenger hunt as opposed to a surprise party.

Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends. If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.