In all my years of New York cab riding I have yet to find the colorful, philosophical cabdriver that keeps popping up on the late movies.
Some men are Baptists, others Catholics; my father was an Oldsmobile man.
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.
In God we trust; all others pay cash.
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.