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.
I had been an eyewitness to a truly historic moment in American pop culture.
Some men are Baptists, others Catholics; my father was an Oldsmobile man.
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.
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.