I Know A Lot About A Few

I'd Rather Call Myself A Mischief-maker, An Imp, Rather Than A Satirist. Satirist Sounds So Self Important. Plus No One Is Calling Himself An Imp Right Now. It Makes Me Feel Special.

I Have A Dream, And A Plan, To Combine The Commercial Possibilities Of Valentine's Day With The Substance And Meaning Of Black History Month. I Call It: Blackentine's Day.

I Was Not A Jock In High School. I Know, You're Shocked.

Generally I Get Up At Around 7. But Oftentimes, I'll Be Lolling In Bed A Little Bit Earlier - Sometimes As Early As 5:45 - Filing In My Mind All The Things I Have To Get Done. Which Is, Of Course, Totally Unproductive.

One Christmas My Father Kept Our Tree Up Till March. He Hated To See It Go. I Loved That.