According to his daughter, it was one of Alfred Hitchcock's guilty pleasures. For me "Smokey and the Bandit" is no guilt and all pleasure.

Row after row of crosses. Acre after acre of sacrifice. And what of the families left behind?

No one will ever ask me to be a commencement speaker. That’s not a complaint. Just a statement of fact and one with which I’m quite comfortable.

Well hello it’s Mother’s Day. My mother was an outspoken woman with a wicked sense of humor