The hand of fate had dipped into the ragbag of humanity.
Manhattan cabs are born old.
I had been an eyewitness to a truly historic moment in American pop culture.
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 woven a tapestry of obscenity that as far as I know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan.
There are fewer things more thrilling in life than lumpy letters. That rattle.