Death Ends A Life. But It Doesn't

This Is A Deep And Personal Topic In Our Society Today. Read The Papers. America Is Hurting Because Of It. For God's Sake, Speak Up. Don't We Need To Learn Respect For People's Feelings? What Is Going To School For? To Learn How To Add?

I Never, Ever Update Mark Twain. I Don't Modernize It. I Let The Audience Update The Material. When I Go Out On Stage, I'm Trying To Make The Audience Believe They're Looking At This Guy Who Died 104 Years Ago And Listening To Him And Saying To Themselves, "jesus, He Could Be Talking About Today." And That's The Point.

If We Want To Understand The Actions Of A Man In The Early 1860's, Put Yourself Back There In His Shoes. As A Young Man He Began Piloting Steamboats On The Mississippi, A Job He Loved And Wanted To Do The Rest Of His Life, He Said. The Civil War Ended Traffic On The River And His Job. He Wrote About It In A History Of A Campaign That Failed. He Said: "i Joined The Confederacy, Served For Two Weeks, Deserted, And The Confederacy Fell." His Attachment To The Southern Ideal Of Slavery Does Not Appear Very Sturdy.

I Think I May Drop Dead On The Stage Someday. I Hate To Think Of It. But It's Getting Tough On Me, The Travel. The Show, I Somehow Manage To Rise Up To It, You Know. But I Have No Desire To Retire.

I Don't Play Golf. Mark Twain Is Golf To Me.