The Town Where I Grew Up Has

The Trouble With Jogging Is That The Ice Falls Out Of Your Glass.

Around 1980, I Went Back To Painting With A Vengeance.

I Don't Jog. It Makes The Ice Jump Right Out Of My Glass.

You'd Have To Think That You're At Least Decent, Or You Couldn't Get Up Every Morning And Do It. I Think If I Live Long Enough, I Might Be Pretty Good

In The Eyes Of My Dog, I'm A Man.