The one who pays the piper calls the tune

The only difference (Saturday) was I was jumping up and down. I was sick as a dog on Friday and I was fortunate the best medicine I could have had was a win against Connellsville.

The only exception is if your office is a detached structure.

The only thing I had on my mind was tennis, and sometimes girls, ... My life was all about tennis. My office was the whole world. The word home didn't really exist.

The poet called Miss Liberty's torch 'the lamp beside the golden door.' Well, that was the entrance to America, and it still is. And now you really know why we're here tonight. The glistening hope of that lamp is still ours. Every promise, every opportunity, is still golden in this land. And through that golden door our children can walk into tomorrow with the knowledge that no one can be denied the promise that is America. Her heart is full; her torch is still golden, her future bright. She has arms big enough to comfort and strong enough to support, for the strength in her arms is the strength of her people. She will carry on in the '80s unafraid, unashamed, and unsurpassed. In this springtime of hope, some lights seem eternal; America's is.