I Don't Have To Figure Out Why

Change Is A Process Not An Event.

Smile...it Kills Time Between Disasters.

Once A Reporter Stood In Front Of A Fire As It Consumed A House And Then He Turned To See The Homeowners And Their Little Son Watching It Burn. The Reporter, Fishing For A Human Interest Angle, Said To The Boy, "son, It Looks Like You Don't Have A Home Anymore." The Little Boy Promptly Answered, "oh, Yes, We Have A Home. We Just Don't Have A House To Put It In."

We Are Easter People Living In A Good Friday World.

Laughter Is To Life What Shock Absorbers Are To Automobiles. It Won't Take The Potholes Out Of The Road, But It Sure Makes The Ride Smoother