He had come to America, haven of peace and liberty, and it, too, was joining the slaughter, fighting for the big capitalists. There was no peace for men, only murder, cruelty, brutality.

Rats, the only creatures that seemed to flourish in the trenches, were quite brave and were often a foot long (not including the tail), the size of a small cat. They grew fat on the corpses in No Man’s Land and were known to bite sleeping soldiers’ faces and gather around the eating areas. The French left the rats alone. Like a canary in a coal mine, the rats were a warning that gas shells had been fired. At the slightest whiff of gas, the large rats flipped feet up, dead. The Americans hated them too much to leave them alone. They bludgeoned the rats with shovels and rifle butts or shot them with their side arms.

Mall of America gets more visitors than Disney World, Grand Canyon and Graceland combined. People go to Bloomington just to see the mall, ... It's a sad commentary that commercial outlets like malls are more popular than historic and cultural sites or places of natural beauty. But it's one thing Americans do very well: consume.

I went to the University of Minnesota, and I met this amazing artist named Cameron Boothe there who was in World War I, who studied with Hans Hoffman in Munich.

We want to make sure the World War II guys and the Korean (War) guys see that the museum is completed.

This could possibly be the worst period of Sino-Japanese relations since World War II.