The New National Campfire - Radio.

Time Doesn't Go. Time Stays. We Go.

It's Not Brain Surgery. It's Not Nuclear Physics. It's Television. It's Only Television.

The Whole Town Looks As If It Had Been Left Out In The Rain Too Long And By Mistake.

[my Father] Was Generous With His Affection, Given To Great, Awkward, Engulfing Hugs, And I Can Remember So Clearly The Smell Of His Hugs, All Starched Shirt, Tobacco, Old Spice, And Cutty Sark. Sometimes I Think I've Never Been Properly Hugged Since.

It's Not Just The Cheerleading Thing I Have A Problem With, It's The Whole Jock Enchilada. I'm All For A Good Game Of Basketball In Teh Driveway Or A Killer Bike Ride. But When There's Tackling And Grunting Involved-- No Thanks.