At my age, you not only have bittersweet memories, you make bittersweet plans.

Each day, awakening, are we asked to paint the sky blue? Need we coax the sun to rise or flowers to bloom? Need we teach birds to sing, or children to laugh, or lovers to kiss? No, though we think the world imperfect, it surrounds us each day with its perfections. We are asked only to appreciate them, and to show appreciation by living in peaceful harmony amidst them. The Creator does not ask that we create a perfect world; He asks that we celebrate it.

People ask how I think up my thoughts. Mostly I think them up while reading Paul Simon's lyrics.

It pleases me to take amateur photographs of my garden, and it pleases my garden to make my photographs look professional.

To help someone in need is not charity it is proper etiquette.

Some day man will travel at the speed of light, of small interest to those of us still trying to catch up to the speed of time.

There is a logical explanation for everything, often mistaken for the reason it happened.