There Is Melancholy In The Wind And

We Always Take Credit For The Good And Attribute The Bad To Fortune.

You Can't Travel The Back Roads Very Long Without Discovering A Multitude Of Gentle People Doing Good For Others With No Expectation Of Gain Or Recognition. The Everyday Kindness Of The Back Roads More Than Makes Up For The Acts Of Greed In The Headlines. Some People Out There Spend Their Whole Lives Selflessly.

New York Is The True City Of Light In Any Season.

I Think The Feature Reporter Often Walks A Very Thin Line Between A Truly Human Story And One That Slops Over Into Mushiness Or Sentimentality.

Now That I Look Back On It, Having Retired From Being A Reporter, It Was Kind Of Romantic. It Was A Wonderful Way To Live One's Life, Just As I Imagined It Would Be When I Was 6 Or 7.