Do What You Can As

Running With Dogs Is Like Dancing With Winter

And The Last Thought He Had That Morning As He Closed His Eyes Was: I Hope The Tornado Hit The Moose.

Patience, He Thought. So Much Of This Was Patience - Waiting, And Thinking And Doing Things Right. So Much Of All This, So Much Of All Living Was Patience And Thinking.

This Beginning Motion, This First Time When A Sail Truly Filled And The Boat Took Life And Knifed Across The Lake Under Perfect Control, This Was So Beautiful It Stopped My Breath.

The Person Who Reads Can Bail, But The Person Who Doesn't Fails.