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.
Can you imagine 4,000 years passing, and you're not even a memory? Think about it, friends. It's not just a possibility. It is a certainty.
Some men are Baptists, others Catholics; my father was an Oldsmobile man.
The hand of fate had dipped into the ragbag of humanity.
I've met them down in the Cost and Accounting Department, clean-shaven and in white collars. They can't see a damn thing ridiculous about themselves... only about you.