I Do Not Like Broccoli. And I

Nearly All Americans Have Ancestors Who Braved The Oceans-liberty-loving Risk Takers In Search Of An Ideal-the Largest Voluntary Migrations In Recorded History. Across The Pacific, Across The Atlantic, They Came From Every Point On The Compass-many Passing Beneath The Statue Of Liberty-with Fear And Vision, With Sorrow And Adventure, Fleeing Tyranny Or Terror, Seeking Haven, And All Seeking Hope...immigration Is Not Just A Link To America's Past; It's Also A Bridge To America's Future.

I Like A Colorful Sock. I'm A Sock Man.

It Is Possible To Tell Things By A Handshake. I Like The "looking In The Eye" Syndrome. It Conveys Interest. I Like The Firm, Though Not Bone Crushing Shake. The Bone Crusher Is Trying Too Hard To "macho It." The Clammy Or Diffident Handshake - Fairly Or Unfairly - Get Me Off To A Bad Start With A Person.

I Don't Worry About Superpower Confrontation. You Know, I Lived Through The Cold War Days, And Where Everybody Was Worried About A Soviet Union Armed To The Teeth. I Think We're Going To Get Along Fine With Russia, And I Don't See Them As Internationally Ambitious.

I Have A Form Of Parkinson's Disease, Which I Don't Like. My Legs Don't Move When My Brain Tells Them To. It's Very Frustrating.