Charles Kuralt

It was cold out there, bitter, biting, cutting, piercing, hyperborean, marmoreal cold, and there were all these Minnesotans running around outdoors, happy as lambs in the spring.

Thanks to the Interstate Highway System, it is now possible to travel from coast to coast without seeing anything.

I didn't know what narcissism was until I beheld my own naricssus.

The everyday kindness of the back roads more than makes up for the acts of greed in the headlines.

It does no harm just once in a while to acknowledge that the whole country isn't in flames, that there are people in the country besides politicians, entertainers, and criminals.