My mother Lillie Specter was an angel and totally uninterested in politics.

There is humor in the specter of the worst disaster in our nation's history. All I have to do is sweep away the debris of shock to find it.

Happiness is no respecter of persons.

But happiness is no respecter of persons.

How does one kill fear I wonder? How do you shoot a specter through the heart slash off its spectral head take it by its spectral throat?