I Think If A Man Can Create

In 1964 Something Totally Unexpected Happened. I Got A Job I Enjoyed.

My Stay In Camp Betty Was The Longest I'd Been Without Drink Or Drugs In My Adult Life. [...] At First, They Put Me In A Room With A Guy Who Owned A Bowling Alley, But He Snored Like An Asthmatic Horse, So I Moved And Ended Up With A Depressive Mortician. [...] The Mortician Snored Even Louder Than The Bowling Alley Guy - He Was Like A Moose With A Tracheotomy.

I Retired Once But You've Got To Have Something To Retire To And I Don't Want To Do Anything. My Job Is Like A Well Paid Hobby, I Mean Not A Hobby But I'm Not Lining Up Every Morning At The Bus Queue To Go To Work. I'm Very Lucky.

There Are No Invisible Seams.

There Are No Impossible Dreams.