I don't know of a soul who packed more living into 72 years than Charles Lindbergh did.
I sort of mind living in a time when most of the literature is terribly personal. I suppose it's because I grew up on a love of history, philosophy, science and religion, but not to think too much about yourself.
Having a dream, living that dream, losing that dream, dreaming again and then having that dream come true again is one of the greatest feelings ever because I'm stronger.
We are paying the price for living longer, collecting degenerative diseases along the way. Cancer is only one. Others are heart and brain diseases like Alzheimer's and Parkinsons.
So long as the human spirit thrives on this planet, music in some living form will accompany and sustain it and give it expressive meaning.
I had been living with my family in France as COVID was starting to spiral out of control in Europe. I said to my wife that maybe they should come back to the States with me because I was worried about getting separated.
This field is not necessarily glamorous, nor does it often produce immediate results, but it seeks to increase our basic understanding of living processes.
I get to sing and act and write and create and produce for a living and share art with people, and I feel like a piece of that is in honor of those who came before me.
When I was living in the projects, I had a mop stick for my horse. I wanted to be Gene Autry or Roy Rogers, so I would ride my mop through the projects.
People are living a lot longer these days and not preparing for it. I'm in the gym and, you know, using my voice.
