When sudden death takes a president, opportunities for new beginnings flourish among the ambitious and the tensions among such people can be dramatic, as they were when President Kennedy was killed.

Skins tanned to the consistency of well-traveled alligator suitcases.

Newspaper people, once celebrated as founts of ribald humor and uncouth fun, have of late lost all their gaiety, and small wonder.

The worst thing about the miracle of modern communications is the Pavlovian pressure it places upon everyone to communicate whenever a bell rings.

Every day and in every way, baseball gets fancier. A few more years and they'll be playing on oriental rugs.

Life is always walking up to us and saying, "Come on in, the living's fine," and what do we do? Back off and take its picture.

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