I would especially like to apologize to my wife Karen, whose constant understanding fills me with humility. It would be hard to argue that it was consensual. I would like to apologize to the turtle, his family, the Kahala Hilton Hotel, and the hundred or so diners at the Hilton's outdoor cafe. In 1987, I attended a bar mitzvah in Manhattan while wearing white gabardine pants, white patent-leather slippers, a blue blazer with gold buttons, and a yachting cap. My apology would not be complete if I didn't include my new wife, Nancy, who is of a pinkish tint, and our two children, who are white-colored.
Writing is one of the most easy, pain-free, and happy ways to pass the time in all the arts.
For example, right now I am sitting in my rose garden and typing on my new computer. Each rose represents a story, so I'm never at a loss for what to write. I just look deep into the heart of the rose and read its story and write it down through typing , which I enjoy anyway. I simply relish the movement of my fingers on the keys. Sometimes, it is true, agony visits the head of a writer.