The 60s passed and faded and I grew older, and in 1987 bought a house in upstate New York, and it turned out that John Brown was buried down the road from my house and that he had lived there longer than anywhere else and his house was still standing.
I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.
I went out to the Derby on Wednesday and think it is the most interesting thing I ever saw over here.

