The person who can bring the spirit of laughter into a room is indeed blessed.
The Detroit String Quartet played Brahms last night. Brahms lost.
For me, a hearty 'belly laugh' is one of the beautiful sounds in the world.
Good manners: The noise you don't make when you're eating soup.
Middle age is when your old classmates are so grey and wrinkled and bald they don't recognize you.
The Atomic Age is here to stay - but are we?