I Think Telling Stories Is Like Pushing

We Need Ghost Stories Because We, In Fact, Are The Ghosts.

It Was How Wars Really Ended, Dieffenbaker Supposed -- Not At Truce Tables But In Cancer Wards And Office Cafeterias And Traffic Jams. Wars Died One Tiny Piece At A Time, Each Piece Something That Fell Like A Memory, Each Lost Like An Echo That Fades In Winding Hills. In The End Even War Ran Up The White Flag. Or So He Hoped. He Hoped That In The End Even War Surrendered.

Some Things It Don't Pay To Be Curious About.

Mrs. Cole Was A Perfect Democrat. She Hated All Kids Equally.

Politics Always Change. Stories Never Do.