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

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

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

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

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

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.