I guess this is why I hate governments, all governments. It is always the rule, the fine print, carried out by fine-print men. There's nothing to fight, no wall to hammer with frustrated fists.

I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.

Like most modern people, I don't believe in prophecy or magic and then spend half my time practicing it.

Within that frame he went a long way and burned a deep scar.

In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.

There is no term comparable to green thumbs to apply to such a mechanic, but there should be. For there are men who can look, listen, tap, make an adjustment, and a machine works.

So in our pride we ordered for breakfast an omelet, toast and coffee and what has just arrived is a tomato salad with onions, a dish of pickles, a big slice of watermelon and two bottles of cream soda.