No matter where you are, no matter who you might be with, no matter how people look at you, no matter how many difficulties you might be confronted with, please never stop your love for our country, y
Tom to Roy: Here is the thing. You gotta understand about Lynette. She grew up with out her dad. Her mom was a drinker. So she had to be responsible for everyone. It left her with this constant fear that everything could suddenly fall apart. And that's why she needs to control everything. Of course she can't. Nobody can. But...she can control me. If I let her. So I do, Because it makes her feel safe. And that is my job as her husband, to make her feel safe.
We begin life with few obligations. We pledge allegiance to the flag. We swear to return our library books. But as we get older, we take vows, we make promises, we get burdened by commitments, to do no harm, to tell the truth, to nothing but, to love and cherish till death do us part. So we just keep running up a tab until we owe everything to everybody. And suddenly think, what the ~!@#$%^&*
There lived many years since, while the country was yet a province of Great Britain, a simple, good-natured fellow, of the name of Rip Van Winkle. He was a descent of the Van Winkles who figured so gallantly in the chivalrous days of Peter Stuyvesant, and accompanied him to the siege of Fort Chirstina. He inherited, however, but little of the martial character of his ancestors. I have observed that he was a simple, good-natured man; he was, moreover, a kind neighbo