I Had Been An Eyewitness To A

Some Men Are Baptists, Others Catholics; My Father Was An Oldsmobile Man.

There Are Fewer Things More Thrilling In Life Than Lumpy Letters. That Rattle.

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.

The Hand Of Fate Had Dipped Into The Ragbag Of Humanity.

Randy Lay There Like A Slug. It Was His Only Defense.