If You're Lucky, You Don't Think In

My Background Is Full Of Pain. My Mother Was In A Nazi Concentration Camp And Our Whole Family Was Killed Off. Then Early On Your Father Leaves And All You've Got Is Your Mother, And I Was An Only Child. Then You Come To A New Country And I Can't Speak English.

It's Very Professionally Done, Very Clever Songwriting. I Like Backstreet Boys More Than 'n Sync, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, It's All Very Well Done Stuff. Much Better Than The Partridge Family And New Kids On The Block. I Took My Kids To See Backstreet Boys Live And They Flipped Out

If You're Lucky, You Don't Think In A Straight Line.

My Mother Is Probably The Wisest Person I've Ever Known. She's Not Schooled, She's Not Well Read. But She Has A Philosophy Of Life That Makes Well-read People Seem Like Morons.

Why Is It That Most Of The Folks I Know Think "personal Growth" Is Caused Entirely By Those Second And Third Helpings Of Biscuits And Gravy?