Some men are Baptists, others Catholics; my father was an Oldsmobile man.

Manhattan cabs are born old.

There are fewer things more thrilling in life than lumpy letters. That rattle.

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

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.

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.

The reality of what we really are is often times found in the small snips, way down at the bottom of things.