To Call New York's Traffic At Holiday

It Was At A Vividly Bad Time In Norman Mailer's Life That I Met Him, And A Sort Of Water-treading Time In Mine. He Had Stabbed His Wife, And I Was A Copy Boy At Time Magazine.

There Were Several Things A Yale Freshman Was Supposed To Be Able To Do. You Had To Demonstrate In The Olympic-size Yale Pool That You Could Swim 50 Yards Or Be Inducted Into Swimming Class.

A Grown Man, Weeping, Is A Tough Thing To See.

The Idea That Hunting Is One Against One Is Ludicrous. It's One Animal Versus The Hunter, The Manufacturer Of The Rifle, The Bullet Maker, The Designer And Manufacturer Of The Telescopic Sight, The Auto Manufacturer Who Made The Car The Hunter Got To The Edge Of The Wild In, The Maker Of His Waterproof Shoes, The Various Manufacturers Of His Mittens, Glasses, Overcoat - And That's Only The Beginning Of The List. The "sportsman" Who Shoots An Animal Should Then Make A Speech, Like The Actor Who Wins An Oscar Does, Thanking The Multitudes Behind The Scenes Who Made This "victory" Possible.

I Did Standup While Still Working For Johnny Carson In The Mid-'60s, Thus Gaining The Advantage Of At Least Getting Laughs From Him About How I Hadn't The Night Before.