Baseball is a soap opera that plays out day after day, one that a lot of elderly women watch until the characters and the plot becomes a part of their life. She got to enjoy the personal side of the players. They were her kids. The Braves were her family.

Where else but in America could the women's liberation movement take off their bras, then go on TV to complain about their lack of support?

As soon as the war ended, we located the one spot on earth that hadn't been touched by the war and blew it to hell.

The home videos aren't as good, but they are seeming to get better.

The old water heater in my dressing room was working, but it was kind of tired. It gave off about as much warmth as an agent's handshake.

I'm so old they've cancelled my blood type.

I have seen what a laugh can do. It can transform almost unbearable tears into something bearable, even hopeful.