It's Never Too Late To Learn.

When A Fissure Off The California Coast Started Pumping And Dumping Oil On The Nearby Towns And Beaches, Everybody Started Dumping On Union Oil. Matters Weren't Helped One Iota By A Manufactured Quotation Attributed To Union's President, Fred Hartley, Alleging His Amazement At The Publicity For The Loss Of A Few Birds.... Fred Hartley Never Said What The Press Reported, As The Transcript And The Senate Committee Members Definitely Established. But I Don't Suppose The Truth Will Ever Catch Up With The More Colorful Falsehood.

A Winner Must First Know What Losing's Like.

Give Naught, Get Same. Give Much, Get Same.

A Little While Ago I Visited Omaha Beach For The Second Time In My Life. In The Intervening 26 Years, Nearly 20,000 Tides Had Come And Gone And Little Remains Visible Of The Greatest Military Landing In Man's History Of Endless Warring. What's To Be Seen Is Mostly In A Superb Museum And A Panoramic Cemetery. The Cemetery Memorializes With Dignity And Grandeur The Event And The Dead, And Moves One Deeply. Before They Die Less Precipitously And/or In Lesser Purpose, Americans Who Can Should Visit World War Ii's Normandy Beach. Such Seeing And Remembering Helps A Man's Perspective.

I Haven't A Clue About The Biology Or The Psychology Involved When A Person Dissolves Into Tears, But It Is Quite Fascinating To Note What Turns Them On. There Are Wives Who Can Cascade Over A Late Husband Or A Burned Dinner, And Equally Pour Tears Of Joy Over A New Bonnet Or A Renovated Bathroom.... A While Ago I Took A Ship Back From Europe. Amid The Tumbling Confetti ... I Found Myself Misty-eyed Watching A Young Lady Waving A Tearful Farewell To Her Boyfriend On The Dock. I Couldn't Figure Out If I Was Crying At Her Plight, Or In Delight That He Wasn't Coming Along With Us.