That broke him up. That really bothered him. He felt he had to help. He was a good man.
Grandpa was the executive. Dad was... well... not. He was something of the rebel instead.
That's about when he figured he'd better get a job that would let him 'life out,'
Without the work, he went on a slow mental decline. Eventually it killed him
Yeah, but it was kind of neat, too. I said to myself, 'Yep, there's the old man. You could hear him so clearly.
It's easier to find a new audience than to write a new speech.
If a proper study were done, the results in, given proper consideration and then sites chosen, I'd shut up
But that's not what's happening. This is already, as far as I can see, a fait accompli. The government isn't waiting for a study. They've decided this is what they want to do.
We saw 1200 cliff swallows there last year, ... Four thousand robins at one point.
There are layers upon layers upon layers here.
For me, I think it was a little easier to write thinking that nobody was listening.
I spent a long time writing in obscurity. You'll spend a long time writing in obscurity.