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For Thirty Years Now, In Times Of Stress And Strain, When Something Has Me Backed Against The Wall And I'm Ready To Do Something Really Stupid With My Anger, A Sorrowful Face Appears In My Mind And Asks... "problem Or Inconvenience?" I Think Of This As The Wollman Test Of Reality. Life Is Lumpy. And A Lump In The Oatmeal, A Lump In The Throat, And A Lump In The Breast Are Not The Same Lump. One Should Learn The Difference.

The Grass Is Not, In Fact, Always Greener On The Other Side Of The Fence. No, Not At All. Fences Have Nothing To Do With It. The Grass Is Greenest Where It Is Watered. When Crossing Over Fences, Carry Water With You And Tend The Grass Wherever You May Be.

One Of The Very Few Reasons I Had Any Respect For My Mother When I Was Thirteen Was Because She Would Reach Into The Sink With Her Bare Hands - Bare Hands - And Pick Up That Lethal Gunk And Drop It Into The Garbage. To Top That, I Saw Her Reach Into The Wet Garbage Bag And Fish Around In There Looking For A Lost Teaspoon. Bare Hands - A Kind Of Mad Courage.

As One Old Gentleman Put It, " Son, I Don't Care If You're Stark Nekkid And Wear A Bone In Your Nose. If You Kin Fiddle, You're All Right With Me. It's The Music We Make That Counts.

It Doesn’t Matter What You Say You Believe - It Only Matters What You Do.