I do feel, overall, good about this process at this point.

It's a forum to really concentrate on the watershed and present relative information, and to point out problems we've dealt with in the past and want to avoid in the future.

The title of the poems was The Only Bar in Dixon. We sent it out to The New Yorker on a fluke, and they took them and printed all three in the same issue.

Homes and buildings, many of which are old and drafty, eat up 40 percent of the energy America uses. Such inefficiencies perpetuate our reliance on foreign oil, imperiling our national security and increasing our contribution to climate change.

You have distress selling. We're in a market that is slowly dying out. There's not much volume at all.

My main job was developing talent. I was a gardener providing water and other nourishment to our top 750 people. Of course, I had to pull out some weeds, too.