A Golf Ball Can Stop In The

Scoops Of Mint Ice Cream With Chips Of Chocolate Cows.

A Reporter Meets Interesting People. If He Endures, He Will Get To Know Princes And Presidents, Popes And Paupers, Prostitutes And Panderers. And Always, In The Back Of His Head, There Will Be A Dozen Men And Women He Will Never Meet. And Always, He Will Feel The Poorer For It.

Death Is As Casual And Often As Unexpected As Birth. It Is As Difficult To Define Grief As Joy. Each Is Finite. Each Will Fade.

The Reporter Is The Daily Prisoner Of Clocked Facts. On All Working Days, He Is Expected To Do His Best In One Swift Swipe At Each Story.

Nobody Understands Anyone 18, Including Those Who Are 18.