I don't get off on romantic parts. But I often think if I had had my dental work done early on, well, maybe.

I can't remember a time when I didn't want to be a reporter. I don't know where I got the idea that it was a romantic calling.

Now that I look back on it, having retired from being a reporter, it was kind of romantic. It was a wonderful way to live one's life, just as I imagined it would be when I was 6 or 7.

The amount of speculation surrounding my romantic life is astounding. It's strange how involved people get: invested and angry, really disappointed.

Vinyl is the real deal. I've always felt like, until you buy the vinyl record, you don't really own the album. And it's not just me or a little pet thing or some kind of retro romantic thing from the past. It is still alive.