Everybody in New York is looking for something. Once in a while, somebody finds it.

Hoke Moseley is a magnificently battered hero. Willeford brings him to us lean and hard and brand-new.

I loved it, but social reality impeded. Now I wander in here at 9 in the morning or so, and come back for a while in the afternoon. I am a very lenient boss.

A grifter's got an irresistible urge to be the guy who's wise. There's nothin' to whipping a fool. Hell, fools are made to be whipped. But to take another pro. Even your partner, who knows you and has his eye on you. That's a score! No matter what happens.

A friend of mine, now retired, was then a major exec at a major bank, and one of her jobs, the last four years, was the farewell interview.

I make a note, set it aside, and hope it makes sense when the time comes to look at it again.

I have no known marketable skills.