I love Fayetteville. I like hills and vistas and hardworking people and fighting snow in winter and chiggers in the summer.

I love outdoor winter activities like snow tubing and snowball throwing.

They were playing old Bob Dylan, more than perfect for narrow Village streets close to Christmas and the snow whirling down in big feathery flakes, the kind of winter where you want to be walking down a city street with your arm around a girl like on the old record cover

I love 'E.R.' and I'm not ashamed to admit it. It makes me know I did not waste my life after all by not becoming a medical doctor.

Peace blossoms when the winter of hate turns into the summer of love.

The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.