There Can Be No Joy

Everyone Who Got To Where They Are Had To Begin Where They Were.

It Has Been A Mistake Living My Life In The Past. One Cannot Ride A Horse Backwards And Still Hold Its Reins.

I Am A Believer In Angels, Though Not The Picture-book Kind With Wings And Harps. Such Angelic Accoutrements Seem As Nonsensical To Me As Devils Sporting Horns And Carrying Pitchforks. To Me, Angel Wings Are Merely Symbolic Of Their Role As Divine Messengers.

Sometimes Our Arms Are So Full With The Burdens We Carry That It Hinders Our View Of The Load Those Around Us Are Staggering Beneath.

Mr. Dallstrom Is A Bald, Scarecrow Of A Man With A Poochy Stomache. Think Of A Pregnant Abraham Lincoln.