I go to McDonald's at least once a week. I always get a No. 2.

Viewers figure, 'Uncle Willard doesn't know any more about the weather than I do.' They're right.

There is something endearing about the weatherman.

I'm not the dumbest guy that ever lived.

I had the privilege of having two sets of loving grandparents.

Thanksgiving just gets me all warm and tingly and all kinds of wonderful inside.

I talk too much. I eat too much.