A Lot Of People Ask Me What

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I Have No Plan Except To Take Care Of The People I Love.

Paul Riser Tells It In An Interesting Way; He Dissects It And Tells The Structure, You Know, 'you Don't Mention That Part Here.' But That's What's Interesting About It And The People Who Are Absent Are Interesting Too.

The Other Day My Twelve-year-old Says To Me, I Don't Feel Like I'm With You Right Now. You're In The Car With Me, You're Checking Your E-mail, You're Not Listening To Me, I Don't Feel Like I'm With You. And I Say, You Know What? That Was Your Mother's Gripe, Too. And She Was Right. And You're Also Correct. When You Cop To Something, You Get To The Next Level. In This Case, The Next Level Is: I Just Learned Something From My Twelve-year-old.

Today Is The First Day Of The Rest Of Your Life. And If That Doesn't Work Out For You, Tomorrow Is The First Day Of The Rest Of Your Life.