My dad was an auto mechanic, but we moved to Fort Worth, where he worked in defense, building B-24s.

You wiggle to the left, you wiggle to the right, you do the Ooby Dooby with all your might.

Looking back on it now, I felt that I was blessed much like the masters, I guess - the guys who wrote the concertos.

I started using sunglasses in Alabama. I was going to do a show with Patsy Cline and Bobby Vee, and I left my clear glasses on the plane. I only had the sunshades, and I was quite embarrassed to go onstage with them, but I did it.

I learned that I never really know the true story of my guests' lives, that I have to content myself with knowing that when I'm interviewing somebody, I'm getting a combination of fact and truth and self-mythology and self-delusion and selective memory and faulty memory.

A man or woman can be known and respected for good taste, regardless of job or income level, if they make good choices in clothes, have good table manners, are kind and organize their home to look warm, welcoming, clean, and appropriate to their station in life.

A bit of perspective and life experience isn't a bad thing.

I will direct one day. I need some more life experience before I feel like I can do something like that comfortably. It'd be a feature, it'd be something maybe that I had in writing as well.