Pack your bags, we're going on a guilt trip!

If it doesn't work out there will never be any doubt that the pleasure was worth all the pain.

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

Our children may save us if they are taught to care properly for the planet; but if not, it may be back to the Ice Age or the caves from where we first emerged. Then we'll have to view the universe above from a cold, dark place. No more jet skis, nuclear weapons, plastic crap, broken pay phones, drugs, cars, waffle irons, or television. Come to think of it, that might not be a bad idea.

There will always be those who feel more comfortable not venturing from the warmth of the hearth, but there are those who prefer to look out the window and wonder what is beyond the horizon.

Give me oysters and beer, for dinner every day of the year, and I'll be fine.

It's a fine line between Saturday night and Sunday morning.