I'm Not Any Kind Of Social Reformer.

It Was Cold Out There, Bitter, Biting, Cutting, Piercing, Hyperborean, Marmoreal Cold, And There Were All These Minnesotans Running Around Outdoors, Happy As Lambs In The Spring.

You Can't Travel The Back Roads Very Long Without Discovering A Multitude Of Gentle People Doing Good For Others With No Expectation Of Gain Or Recognition. The Everyday Kindness Of The Back Roads More Than Makes Up For The Acts Of Greed In The Headlines. Some People Out There Spend Their Whole Lives Selflessly.

There Is Melancholy In The Wind And Sorrow In The Grass

There Is Such A Thing As A National Conscience, And It Can Be Touched.

I'm Not Any Kind Of Social Reformer.