Did-a-chick? Dum-a-chum? Dad-a-cham? Ded-a-chek?

Doubters Will Doubt To The End.

Here I Am, Ninety Years Old And Ready For The Cooling Board, Using A Brand New Macintosh Computer, And There You Sit, Twenty-two And Gorgeous, Fresh As A New Peach, Yet Scrawling On A Yellow Legal Pad Like An Old Maid In A Victorian Romance.

When Love Leaves The World, All Hearts Are Still. Tell Them Of My Love And Tell Them Of My Pain And Tell Them Of My Hope, Which Still Lives. For This Is All I Have And All I Am And All I Ask.

And Then Woe Is You, Pauly. Woe To The Max.

Life Isn't Always A Butcher's Game. Sometimes The Prizes Are Real. Sometimes They're Precious.