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Everybody Has A Gun In Their Car In Detroit.

I Write Novellas Because I Don't Like Loose Sprawling Prose.

We Americans Are Trained To Think Big, Talk Big, Act Big, Love Big, Admire Bigness But Then The Essential Mystery Is In The Small.

It Is Utterly Soothing To Fly Fish For Trout. All Other Considerations Or Worries Drift Away And You Couldn't Keep Them Close If You Wanted. Perhaps It's Standing Thigh Deep In A River With The Water Passing At The Exact But Varying Speed Of Life. You Easily Recognize This Mortality And It Dissipates Into The Landscape.

Dad Said I Would Always Be "high Minded And Low Waged" From Reading Too Much Ralph Waldo Emerson. Maybe He Was Right.