All I am, or can be, I owe to my angel mother.

“No it's not. It's a big hot!” At 2 years old. After being warned that the car seat was a little hot.

'Daddy, how many whoppers are there in those tall trees?' After waking up in the car while driving through Calaveras Big Trees and hearing daddy say, 'Wow, that's a whopper of a tree.'

When you have snowflakes in the clouds in the sky and you have mountains, you get snow. That's how it works.

Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.