I Still Call Myself A Communist, Because

It Was Rachel Carson's Famous Book 'silent Spring' That Got Me Involved With The Environment. I Read It In The New Yorker, In Installments. Up To Then, I'd Thought The Main Job To Do Is Help The Meek Inherit The Earth. And I Still, That's A Job That's Got To Be Done. But I Realized If We Didn't Do Something Soon, What The Meek Would Inherit Would Be A Pretty Poisonous Place To Live.

I Always Knew That Sooner Or Later There Would Come Somebody Like Woody Guthrie Who Could Make A Great Song Every Week. Dylan Certainly Had A Social Agenda, But He Was Such A Good Poet That Most Of His Attempts Were Head And Shoulders Above Things That I And Others Were Trying To Do. ... If I Had An Address, I'd Send Him A Birthday Card Saying, 'keep On Going.'

My Mother Gave Me A Ukulele At Age Eight, And I Sang The Popular Tunes Of The Day.

I Get Up Each Morning, Gather My Wits, Pick Up The Paper And Read The Obits. If I'm Not There, I Know I'm Not Dead, So I Eat A Good Breakfast And Go Back To Bed.

I Don't Think Of God As An Old White Man With No Belly Button, Nor Even An Old Black Woman With No Belly Button. But I Agree That God Is Something Eternal. Something Cannot Come Out Of Nothing. I Believe God Is Everything. And I Believe In Infinity.