Logic is no answer to passion.

A city is a crazy concrete jungle whose people at the end of each day somehow make a small step ahead against terrible odds.

The world of Manhattan is small and tightly knit, and the man on top retains a certain humility. He knows how far and fast he can fall by looking at the guy across the street. The view from the $250,000 apartment covers a lot of ground, most of it condemned.

Baffling late-life discovery: Golfers wear those awful clothes on purpose.

Old San Francisco - the one so many nostalgics yearn for - had buildings that related well to each other.

I have a memory like an elephant. I remember every elephant I've ever met.

When a place advertises itself as 'World Famous,' you may be sure it isn't.