You see, the Mets are losers, just like nearly everybody else in life. This is the team for the cab driver who gets held up and the guy who loses out on a promotion because he didn't maneuver himself to lunch with the boss enough. It is the team for every guy who has to get out of bed in the morning and go to work for short money on a job he does not like. The Yankees? Who does well enough to root for them, Laurence Rockefeller?

The other feature is a gymnasium named after another dead politician who was gifted with fast and extremely sure hands.

Those of Manhattan are the brokers on Wall Street and they talk of people who went to the same colleges; those from Queens are margin clerks in the back offices and they speak of friends who live in the same neighborhood.

People born in Queens, raised to say that each morning they get on the subway and "go to the city," have a resentment of Manhattan, of the swiftness of its life and success of the people who live there.

Why something in the public interest such as television news can be fought over, like a chain of hamburger stands, eludes me.

I always react to news immediately. That's my business.

The first funeral for Andrew Goodman was at night and it was a lot of work. To begin with they had to kill him.