Curiosity, that's what kills us. Not muggers or all that bullshit about the ozone layer. It's our own hearts and minds.

I recently turned 60. Practically a third of my life is over.

When we played softball, I'd steal second base, feel guilty and go back.

By now they had mastered my own language, but they still made simple mistakes, like using 'hermeneutics,' when they meant 'heuristic'.

Not only is there no God, but try finding a plumber on Sunday.

Those who can't do, teach!

Basically I am a low-culture person. I prefer watching baseball with a beer and some meatballs.