I Have A Memory Like An Elephant.

San Franciscans Have A Bond Of Self-satisfaction Bordering On Smugness.

The Clock Doesn?t Matter In Baseball.

The World Of Manhattan Is Small And Tightly Knit, And The Man On Top Retains A Certain Humility. He Knows How Far And Fast He Can Fall By Looking At The Guy Across The Street. The View From The $250,000 Apartment Covers A Lot Of Ground, Most Of It Condemned.

New Yorkers Are Stuck In A Gloomy Mucilage Of Mutual Commiseration.

Cockroaches And Socialites Are The Only Things That Can Stay Up All Night And Eat Anything.