The reelection of Bill Clinton is as secure as a double-knot tied in wet rawhide.
Only votes talk, everything else walks.
Turn the lights down, the party just got wilder.
Americans are once again looking outward
One finds oneself saying: 'I know the right question, but ... this is not exactly the right time to ask it.'
I had someone at the Houston police station shoot me with heroin so I could do a story about it. The experience was a special kind of hell. I came out understanding full well how one could be addicted to 'smack,' and quickly.