...I decided to tell my mother.
...it was pretty funny that I’d end up working for Funt in the Summer of 1965.
...there’s always tomorrow.
Faster than a seagull diving for a potato chip...
“Why no husband,” she asks.
My reasons for wanting to become Catholic were far more complex.
I am goading him on and don’t even know it.
...the natty look of a Damon Runyon character...