I'm not a big fan of cold weather; that's why I moved to Vegas!

I don't dream of a ceiling fan which is always here spinning above my head. I dream of a cool weather

The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.

. . .and every native has a story of winter – stories that usually begin, You call this a storm? And grow in the telling like battle tales shared by graying war veterans. It’s a peculiar character flaw to those of us from cold climates that we feel superior to those who have the sense to live elsewhere.

I'm a big fan of the DEA.

I'm a big fan of the underdogs.