I call myself a radical conservative. What's that? Well, let's analyze it. Go to the dictionary. Radical: One who gets to the roots of things. And I'm a conservative because I want to conserve the green of the grass, the potability of drinking water, the first amendment of the Constitution and whatever sanity we have left.

So how are things going along? Pretty good. Going to be good tomorrow? Hope so.

When it comes to the news, the corporate view is `objective,' all else is propaganda.

I want, of course, peace, grace, and beauty. How do you do that? You work for it.

We are living in the United States of Alzheimer's. A whole country has lost its memory. When it can't remember yesterday, a country forgets what it once wanted to be.

You can work next to a guy for months without even knowing his name.

On the evening bus, the tense, pinched faces of young file clerks and elderly secretaries tell us more than we care to know. On the expressways, middle management men pose without grace behind their wheels as they flee city and job.