I planned for some time to harvest all the rain water coming from just the South down spout off the Cactus Theater. ............. One of my older plans :
"I, ..... I'm your conscience, I'm the small voice that thunders in the night, I'm your watchdog who howls against the wolves, I, I'm your father confessor! I - I'm... what else am I?"
Tom Doniphon: "Town drunk?"
"I'd be a poor newspaperman indeed if I didn't know what everybody knows!"