New Yorkers are stuck in a gloomy mucilage of mutual commiseration.
Baffling late-life discovery: Golfers wear those awful clothes on purpose.
Cockroaches and socialites are the only things that can stay up all night and eat anything.
San Franciscans have a bond of self-satisfaction bordering on smugness.
One day if I do go to heaven...I'll look around and say, 'It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco.
I sometimes worry about my short attention span, but not for long.