If we try for everthing, we might achieve something. These are Woody Guthrie's New Year's Resolutions, 1942.
Second-grader Scout rides her bike slow behind me, and I run fast to stay ahead.
In the course of one four-mile lap around the neighborhood, Scout asked her huffing, puffing pappy:
If you were shot in the thumb, would you die?
Is it okay not to believe in skeletons?
Could you a coconut kill you?
Why don't motorcycles have seat belts?
(Upon our being passed by a shirtless, buff black jogger), Are white people ever strong?
Dad, did you ever get drunk?
I know only one answer to questions like that.