My dad was an agent for Met Life. In the ’50s, I remember the mortality rate was something like – you had – 58 was the average age. Then it was moved up to 62, and then 65, 68.
Nobody actually talks to anybody anymore. People in cubicles next to each other, they e-mail each other.
When something’s over with me, it’s over.
When I can, I do 25 minutes of calisthenics every day.
I’m Southern Baptist, not a meteorologist.
I got more mail than anybody on the history of The Today Show, but half of it was to get me off the air.
There are plenty of good-looking women out there. Go get them.
My grandmother was a typical farm-family mother. She would regularly prepare dinner for thirty people, and that meant something was always cooking in the kitchen. All of my grandmother’s recipes went back to her grandmother.
The only way to predict if there’s a cloud on your horizon due to glaucoma is to get tested. No matter what the diagnosis, the forecast is for clear vision in the years ahead.
When I was just starting out in the business, I used to love to watch Lorne Greene doing the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. I said right then, ‘That’s what I want to do someday,’ and it’s been one dream that has come true.
Why do we love our grandparents so much? Part of the reason I think has to do with the tremendous natural affection and affinity that kids have for older people, whether they are their actual grandparents or not.
Take a microphone out of my hands, and I’m just plain folks.
Having a phobia has changed me.
When you hit the big time, big money, big egos, people don’t talk. You have no friends.
It’s simply a tragedy that anyone today goes blind from glaucoma, when it’s so unnecessary.
Everyone complains about the weather, but nobody ever seems to do anything about it.
Thanksgiving just gets me all warm and tingly and all kinds of wonderful inside.
As an only child, I never felt insecure and always had total love.
I go to McDonald’s at least once a week. I always get a No. 2.
I loved Harry Truman with all my heart and soul.
It was a big story and yesterday’s soup. Who cares?