Rereading A.J. Liebling carries me happily back to an age when all good journalists knew they had plenty to be modest about, and were.

An educated person is one who has learned that information almost always turns out to be at best incomplete and very often false, misleading, fictitious, mendacious - just dead wrong.

When you're the only pea in the pod, your parents are likely to get you confused with the Hope diamond.

Now scarcely a week goes by without a news story about the cops swooping down on some adolescent prowler who is as skilled at breaking into computer systems as defense contractors are at breaking into the Federal budget.

A railroad station? That was sort of a primitive airport, only you didn't have to take a cab 20 miles out of town to reach it.

New York is the only city in the world where you can get run down on the sidewalk by a pedestrian.

A day spent praising the earth and lamenting man's pollutionist history makes you feel like a superior, sensitive soul.