The Bumpuses were so low down on the evolutionary totem pole that they weren't even included in Darwin's famous family tree. They had inbred and ingrown and finally emerged from the Kentucky hills like some remnant of Attila the Hung's barbarian horde. Flick said that they had webbed feet and only three toes. It might have been true.

In God we trust; all others pay cash.

Randy lay there like a slug. It was his only defense.

The hand of fate had dipped into the ragbag of humanity.

A man today never feels so alive as when he is hurtling from one point to another on the azimuth.

I had been an eyewitness to a truly historic moment in American pop culture.

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