just as sweet as Laura was.

I know she didn't come home for dinner and we got worried, and her brothers and sisters went out looking for her, ... They didn't find her, and then, about 9 o'clock, they called the police.

That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.

And isn't it funny how if one person speaks for real, then the other person can too? We just did that. We just became friends. It's just a matter of finding the right person and crossing that barrier together, almost like you're holding hands, but really you're holding the most tender place inside you.

You couldn't get more original than Laura. Laura. Yes, she was an original, all right. One of a kind. Did they break her mold or what, pal? Or...or did it self-destruct? Still, Laura. The one and the only. Such a plain name for a unique cutie. But perhaps my acuity is not without its problems. I ruin everything: a stupid story to be tapped out on my tomb's stone. I ruined even Laura. And an original ruin is rare. Just ask the archaeologist, "Egypt, again?" Just ask me, "Laura, again?" and we'll both respond: "Yes, again and again. And again.

It is great to see Laura Moore back on the mound. If she can continue what she did in Texas- no walks, spread hits out and get ahead in the count- she should do very well in our conference games.