We're having to haul the debris a long way.
Jeff Watson in Wikipedia
They don't seem to be concerned about it that much.
(May 23, 1956 - )
I thought it was a great start for us and I thought that we played with great intensity for 40 minutes and everyone contributed at the level we want to play.
I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?