My dad was in the pasture with me and saw me, so he came over to get me in the truck, and he took me to the hospital,

We saw some good things, but we can't be satisfied,

I looked in the bottle and saw these little round papers and I didn't know what it was. Then I thought, these are little notes.

I know how angry I was when I saw those towers come down, and this is my way of serving my country.

My dad was a drummer on the weekends when he was young. Being a kid in the '50s, he got bitten by the rock 'n' roll bug like everyone else. He had a fascination with American culture and the American dream. He fell in love with the idealism.

Everybody had a feeling. It just wasn't there. ..We put it to pasture, righteously as it should be.