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If You Don't Want To Go To College, Don't Go To Capital Prep. Go Somewhere Else.

I'm So Hard On Myself. I Play These Sketches In My Computer For Friends And They Say 'gee Whiz, The Vocal's Beautiful.' I Hear, 'it Needs To Be Better.'

We Have Focused Only On The Negatives, And Not Enough On Incredible Stories Of The Human Spirit And Of Rebirth And Rebuilding. That's Equally Important As The Tragedy.

He Had Regrets, Of Course, But Not So Many That He Would Lose Any Sleep Over Them. Life Surprised Him Now And Then And He Didn't Much Care For Surprises, Unless He Was Passing Them Out. But - What Was To Be Done? You Had To Deal With The Reality, He Had Learned That Over The Years, No Matter How Much You Didn't Like It

When They'd Been On The Run, With Death Maybe Lying In Wait Around Any Corner, They Had Never Been More Alive. When Each Day Might Be Your Last, It Made A Big Difference. You Couldn't Maintain That State Forever, Of Course; The Stress Would Eat You Alive, But Putting Yourself At Risk Did Bring Out Your Best-or Your Worst