I Always Wanted To Live In A

When I Was A Kid In Nebraska, A Cantankerous Farmer, Known For Plinking With His '22 At Passing Cars In Which He Perceived Enemies, Ingeniously Rigged Up A Shotgun In His House, Trained On The Inside Of His Front Door So As To Widely Distribute Any Intruder.

To Call New York's Traffic At Holiday Time A Nightmare Is To Understate.

Does Anything Show The Complexity Of The Miraculous Brain More Than That Weird Curiosity, The Sleep-protection Dream?

I Know What It Feels Like To Be A Gun Lover.

Just Think Of All The Billions Of Coincidences That Don't Happen.