It seems that every time I stick my neck out, I get my foot into something else.

You might say it was my return to the living that launched me as a singer. I was placed in an oxygen tent, and the doctors brought me back to life.

It sure gives me faith and a wonderful feeling to know how many fans and friends are wanting me well again.

Mother would come and pick me up at work and take me wherever I could get a job. Mother didn't trust anybody with me. Usually we'd get home at 3 in the morning.

On Saturdays I worked all day in Hunter Gaunt's drugstore in Winchester, and then at night, my mother drove me to Front Royal, where I sang pop tunes.

You don't appreciate home until you leave it and, let me tell you, you can't appreciate life till you've almost left it! Some people hope and die with their song still in them. I used to think that happiness resulted when my earnings matched my yearnings! But not anymore!

The final words of a domestic bully: If you leave me now furious angels will descend upon you and bring you back to me.