I Ain't Ever Satisfied.

I Think The Criticism That I Take To Heart Is From Other Writers That I Respect.

Me, I'm Spiritually Retarded, I Need To Be Knee Deep In Water With A Fly Rod In My Hands, That's About As Close To God As I Get.

My Son Was Diagnosed With Autism. He's Ok, He Makes Eye Contact, But He Doesn't Talk. He Needs Eight Hours A Day Of Very Intensive School, And You Wouldn't Even Believe Me If I Told You How Much It Costs.

You Know, I'm Not Comfortable With People Whose Politics Are Static In A Democracy.

I Love Baseball. I'll Probably End Up One Of Those Old Farts Who Go To Spring Training In Florida Every Year And Drive From Game To Game All Day.