Oversized Houses, Like Oversized Cars, Seem To

I Think The Real Reason Is That Life Has No Meaning. I Mean, No Obvious Meaning. You Wake Up, You Go To Work, You Do Stuff. I Think Everybody's Always Looking For Something A Little Unusual That Can Preoccupy Them And Help Pass The Time.

Winter In The Country Is Very White. There Is Black Grit On All The Shoulders Of The Roads And On The Big Mounds From The Plows, And All The Cars Are Filthy, But The Fields Are Dazzling And Untouched And Pristine.

When My Son Was Born, And After A Day Of Lying-in I Was Told That I Could Leave The Hospital And Take Him Home, I Burst Into Tears. It Wasn't The Emotion Of The Moment: It Was Shock And Horror.

You May Never Learn The Names Of Any Of The People You Talk To In A Dog Park, Even After Many, Many Hours Spent There With Them, And Many Hours Of Conversation. But If - Knock On Wood - Anything Should Ever Happen To Your Dog, These Nameless Non-strangers Will Rally, Sympathize, Offer To Help, And Hold Your Hand. I Know This From Experience.

I Want To Let My Friend Buster Know That I Would Like To Have Dinner With Him Tonight. Does Buster Work At Home? Then How Likely Is He To Have His Cell Phone On? Is He One Of Those People Who Only Turns On His Cell When He's In His Car? I Hate That.