I Try To Give'em A Reason, You

Writing Is Simply Something You Must Do. It's Rather Like Virtue In That It Is Its Own Reward.

Ladies In Bunches Always Filled Me With Vague Apprehension And A Firm Desire To Be Elsewhere.

You See They Could Never, Never Understand That I Live Like I Do Because That's The Way I Want To Live.

Now...in An Abundant Society Where People Have Laptops, Cell Phones, Ipods And Minds Like Empty Rooms, I Still Plod Along With Books.

Neighbors Bring Food With Death And Flowers With Sickness And Little Things In Between. Boo Was Our Neighbor. He Gave Us Two Soap Dolls, A Broken Watch And Chain, A Pair Of Good-luck Pennies, And Our Lives. But Neighbors Give In Return. We Never Put Back Into The Tree What We Took Out Of It: We Had Given Him Nothing, And It Made Me Sad.