War for most men is not fighting or marching in parades. It is sitting around somewhere wondering what the hell you are supposed to be doing.

No one ever mentioned it, but thousands of men welcomed World War II as a way to escape their humdrum lives rather than a chance to fight for God and country.

I have no idea where I'm going but here's the real question: What am I doing here in the first place?

Television has a real problem. They have no page two.

The buffalo isn't as dangerous as everyone makes him out to be. Statistics prove that in the United States more Americans are killed in automobile accidents than are killed by buffalo.

If you attack the establishment long enough and hard enough, they will make you a member of it.

New York was the glamorous town that you only see now in old movies and on Broadway stages. The sky was lit up with dancing neon signs. It was safe to walk out in the streets.