A picture tells a thousand words. But you get a thousand pictures from someone's voice.

That small circle of earth became a second home to both of us. Gardening boring? Never! It has surprise, tragedy, startling developments - a soap opera growing out of the ground. I'd forgotten that tremolo of expectation produced by a tiny forest of sprouts.

Television, I'm afraid, has isolated us more than race, class, or ethnicity.

Radio listeners are voyeurs: lurking, invisible, eavesdropping.

You can't see Canada across lake Erie, but you know it's there. It's the same with spring. You have to have faith, especially in Cleveland.

The human being is constantly torn from calm and peace of simple existence by two things; wanting what you don't have, or disliking what you have.

A fact bobbed up from my memory, that the ancient Egyptians prescribed walking through a garden as a cure for the mad. It was a mind-altering drug we took daily.