Manhattan Cabs Are Born Old.

Manhattan Cabs Are Born Old.

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

A Man Today Never Feels So Alive As When He Is Hurtling From One Point To Another On The Azimuth.

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

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