Manhattan cabs are born old.
I had been an eyewitness to a truly historic moment in American pop culture.
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.
In God we trust; all others pay cash.
I had woven a tapestry of obscenity that as far as I know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan.
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.