Being a White Sox fan meant measuring victory in terms of defeat. A 6-5 defeat was a good day. A big rally was Wally Moses doubling down the right- field line.

Randy lay there like a slug. It was his only defense.

Can you imagine 4,000 years passing, and you're not even a memory? Think about it, friends. It's not just a possibility. It is a certainty.

I had been an eyewitness to a truly historic moment in American pop culture.

The truth will always have a market.

I had woven a tapestry of obscenity that as far as I know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan.

I've met them down in the Cost and Accounting Department, clean-shaven and in white collars. They can't see a damn thing ridiculous about themselves... only about you.