It's hard to write The Great American Novel when you have a corn dog in the toaster oven.

it makes me feel guilty that I can take George to lunch
and not my own Father.

did

Did I just totally screw everything up by trying to update all of the new darn-fangled options on Blogger?

Welsh: You haven’t changed at all, have you Witt? You haven’t learned a thing … you’ll never be a real soldier.

Witt: I can take anything you dish out. I’m twice the man you are.

Welsh: In this world, a man, himself, is nothin’. And there ain’t no world but this one … we’re livin’ in a world that’s blown itself to hell as fast as everybody can arrange it.

"You were sick, but now you are well again. And there's work to be done." 

I am The Great Yellow Hope.