“Sail on silver girl, sail on by...your time has come to shine all your dreams are on their way...see how they shine..oh and if you need a friend. I'm sailing right behind......”

“Silver” is what I called girls who were natural beauties but who also smoothed on a layer of pretty from a jar. It wasn’t just how they looked, it was how they were. The name came from a song my mother sang sometimes when she was getting dressed to go out somewhere special. She sang along with Aretha Franklin at the end: “Sail on, silver girl… Your time has come to shine. All your dreams are on their way.”

“Time it wasAnd what a time it was, it wasA time of innocenceA time of confidencesLong ago it must beI have a photographPreserve your memoriesThey're all that's left you”

“And you read your emily dickinson, And I my robert frost. And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what weve lost.”

“Music is forever; music should grow and mature with you, following you right on up until you die. ”

“Someone could walk into this room and say your life is on fire.”

“Sign on, young man, and sail with me. The stature of our homeland is no more than the measure of ourselves. Our job is to keep her free. Our will is to keep the torch of freedom burning for all. To this solemn purpose we call on the young, the brave, the strong, and the free. Heed my call, Come to the sea. Come Sail with me.”