I Wasn't A Very Discriminating Reader. I

It Was Cold Out There, Bitter, Biting, Cutting, Piercing, Hyperborean, Marmoreal Cold, And There Were All These Minnesotans Running Around Outdoors, Happy As Lambs In The Spring.

You Can't Travel The Back Roads Very Long Without Discovering A Multitude Of Gentle People Doing Good For Others With No Expectation Of Gain Or Recognition. The Everyday Kindness Of The Back Roads More Than Makes Up For The Acts Of Greed In The Headlines. Some People Out There Spend Their Whole Lives Selflessly.

It's Best To Leap Into Something You Know You Love. You Might Change Your Mind Later, But That Is The Privilege Of Youth.

I'm Not Knocking The Wholesale Grocery Business Or Any Other, But There Is A Kind Of Romance In Journalism Which Some People, The Lucky Ones, Feel Inside Them All Their Lives.

I Think The Feature Reporter Often Walks A Very Thin Line Between A Truly Human Story And One That Slops Over Into Mushiness Or Sentimentality.