Most bands have a two-year success rate. By the third year, it&#39;s sort of over. Here we are in Poison still together 26 years later.

Then, amid the roar of bees in the afternoon sunlight, Simon found for the fruit they could not reach . . . passed them back down to the endless, outstretched hands.

Was there no safety? No learning by heart of the ways of the world? No guide, no shelter, but all was miracle, and leaping from the pinnacle of a tower into the air? Could it be, even for elderly people, that this was life?--startling, unexpected, unknown?

I&#39;m exceedingly proud of being an actor, but I never recommend it to anyone.

Written By Theodore Bikel

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