It was cold out there, bitter, biting, cutting, piercing, hyperborean, marmoreal cold, and there were all these Minnesotans running around outdoors, happy as lambs in the spring.
Charles KuraltI was on the high school track team, believe it or not, and played baseball, poorly but passionately.
Charles KuraltI started out thinking of America as highways and state lines. As I got to know it better, I began to think of it as rivers.
Charles KuraltI made friends with a lot of those who could have criticized me in print and who didn't, who praised me instead.
Charles Kuralt