...the crazy never die.

I am not a yachting person, by nature, but I have just enough experience on the sea under sail to feel a certain nostalgia for it when I see a big white racing yacht heeled over at cruising speed on the ocean, and I can still tie a mean bowline knot on just about anything in less than 10 seconds.

The streets of every city in America are filled with men who would pay all the money they could lay their hands on to be transformed, even for a day, into hairy, hard-fisted brutes who walk all over cops, extort drinks from terrified bartenders and roar out of town on big motorcycles after raping the banker's daughter.

It's a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat sh** and die.

Buy the ticket, take the ride.

We must ride this strange torpedo out until the end.

I have always loved blizzards, if only because of the driving experience - which is definitely an acquired taste.