I can hear my steps echo as I follow him to the end of the hall. The door to the small closet under the steps is standing ajar. He closes the door and latches it.

The pages that follow will be our journey of the life we built together here in Concord, North Carolina. These pages will reveal fragments from the past and events that occurred along the way.

I am a survivor. But I am not unique of the people that survived the great late war. We all have our stories to tell. But for most of us the hardened corners have soften with the passage of time.

The Baptist Church rejects man with wooden leg: It appears the Baptist preacher refused to baptize a veteran of the late war in the holy water- saying they only baptize flesh and blood, not wood.

Intolerance is natural and logical, for in every dissenting opinion lies an assumption of superior wisdom.

Let go of everything. That is how you get everything; you let go of everything.

We were all born of flesh, in a flare of pain. We do not remember the red roots whence we rose, but we know that we rose and walked, that after a while we shall lie down again.

A sensation must have fallen very low to deign to turn into an idea.

I have a new little stray dog that I've had for about a month now. His name is Mikey Mohawk - he's this little terrier with a natural Mohawk. My friend found him hit by a car on Pico Boulevard.

I cry at films and TV and even adverts.

Have compassion towards each other, including animals.

Laws and machines are shaped to fit the classes.

I liked Sartre's views but not his writing.

I found myself in a race with Mother Nature to play as much baseball as I could before she forced me to stop.