Randy lay there like a slug. It was his only defense.
Manhattan cabs are born old.
Some men are Baptists, others Catholics; my father was an Oldsmobile man.
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.
I had been an eyewitness to a truly historic moment in American pop culture.
There are fewer things more thrilling in life than lumpy letters. That rattle.