It's curious how we act in moments of personal despair.
You know, it's a long world.
Music was my joy, my home, the one place I felt happy and secure.
Conversation didn't seem necessary when I put the accordion down and swung some young lady around the floor.
My first appearance, the first time I try anything, invariably is not very successful. I tend to grow slowly, but solidly.
There are good days and there are bad days, and this is one of them.