The hand of fate had dipped into the ragbag of humanity.
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.
The reality of what we really are is often times found in the small snips, way down at the bottom of things.
The truth will always have a market.
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.