It’s midnight and I’m too tired to stroll in my Wall Street garden to check on the nightlife among the flowers
You can learn a lot, both true and false, in a dingy all-night diner where old men gather at a table in back
We’ve moved my wife and I from home to the last place we’ll ever live and she wants to know why
Handsome is as handsome does, Jeanie always said, when Donald was away on business.
I turn the porch light on at 4 a.m… to see if a miracle’s occurred and the paper’s landed somewhere in the snow blanketing our lawn. Instead I see a clump on the mat
He lives in the attic of the brownstone down on the corner, been there for years. He’s seen twice a day
After Saturday tennis I came home took a nap and woke up dizzy had trouble walking. My balance was off so I went to bed and slept 20 hours
It doesn’t matter who wins. Life will go on as it has in previous years when others have won and have taken charge.
I don’t know why my wife and I are up at four in the morning sitting in recliners drinking coff… staring at half-hour commercials claiming to cure everything
There never was anyone like Ali between the ropes or facing the public. In the ring and out
Solid middle class he is always has been always will be until tomorrow on the highway
I never think about bison. After all, I live in St. Louis, why should I? But when I went hunting for quail in Montana
Otis was once a monk who took no vows, was free to leave the abbey and eventually he did. I met him over chicken wings
Alive just one week, the Luna moth plastered to my screen door under porch light is pale green and beautiful.
The Nazis call her Hilda, this ancient woman who makes a simple living in a bathroom in Berlin giving high colonics