The Reality Of Any Place Is What

The Everyday Kindness Of The Back Roads More Than Makes Up For The Acts Of Greed In The Headlines.

I'm Not Knocking The Wholesale Grocery Business Or Any Other, But There Is A Kind Of Romance In Journalism Which Some People, The Lucky Ones, Feel Inside Them All Their Lives.

...pomeranians Speak Only To Poodles And Poodles Speak Only To God.

I Had A Little Insight Into Life That Most Kids Probably Didn't Have. My Mother Was A Schoolteacher, And My Father Was A Social Worker. Through His Eyes I Saw The Underside Of Society.

I Did Stories About Unexpected Encounters, Back Roads, Small Towns And Ordinary Folk, Sometimes Doing Something A Little Extraordinary.