Salt. Wound. Together At Last.

Lecturing Brooks Was As Useful As Lecturing A Cat.

The English Play Hockey In Any Weather. Thunder, Lightning, Plague Of Locusts... Nothing Can Stop The Hockey. Do Not Fight The Hockey, For The Hockey Will Win.

Tired, But Not The Kind Of Tired That Sleep Fixes.

She Was Standing In The Airport Of Copenhagen, Staring At A Doorway, Trying To Figure Out If It Was (a) A Bathroom And (b) What Kind Of Bathroom It Was. The Door Merely Said H. Was She An H? Was H "hers"? It Could Just As Easily Be "his". Or "helicopter Room: Not A Bathroom At All

No Sausage?" He Asked. Apparently My Pork Consumption Habits Were A Matter Of Public Record.