My only regret in life is that I didn't spend as much time with my kids as I now wish I had.

The bluest skies . . . are in Seattle.

For the amount of talent I had (and I couldn't dance, act, or tell a joke) I enjoyed a tremendous career.

I worked with the world's greatest talents and then went home to the world's greatest woman. It was, and is, a great life.

That I can't relate to today's music or morals doesn't make either necessarily bad. Just different. I leave the judgements to others.

Just the other day, it seems, the kids were running through the house, slamming doors, breaking glass, making noise. Time goes by so quickly. Sometimes everything seems so fleeting.

Although I managed my schedule to be home by late afternoon most days, basically, Roselle raised our children alone. And so I missed out on a lot of wonderful moments, missed watching my kids grow into the wonderful people they are today.