Hey, my folks used to own one of those!

That fellow must have spent two hours out there, ... He was so tickled that it was still in pretty nice shape after 30 years.

Last year, I think we had three cars that had been bought at one of our auctions, restored and brought back to the show,

If you kill enough of them, they stop fighting.

How to recognize what is real? To know the layers and depths of oneself, to know how to open, to know how to fill a capacious hold-all, to know one’s own quirks and nervous twitches, cravings and transparencies, and, above all the force, literally the force, of events, connections, the wild calm in every thing.

My solution to the problem would be to tell the North Vietnamese Communists frankly that they've got to drawn in their horns and stop their aggression or we're going to bomb them into the stone age.