I admire Russia for wiping out an economic system which permitted a handful of rich to exploit and beat gold from the millions of plain people…. As o….

Night is a curious child, wandering Between earth and sky, creeping In windows and doors, daubing The entire neighborhood With purple paint..

Ideas rise with new mornings but never die..

Robert Whitmore died of apoplexy when a stranger from Georgia mistook him for a former Macon waiter..