I remember the day I started in on my career as an angry young man. In the summer of 1955 I was passing the hours between fishing and dinner on the veranda of Sunrise Camp, the rustic fishing resort outside Minocqua, Wisconsin, where my parents had met. We all went up there for a week […]
So many profound and silly thought balloons Floating around, their emptiness unrevealed Until some random prick shows they concealed Only the age-old gas that all buffoons Emit, disguised in private metaphor. As if one thing in all this world stood need Of further mystifying, here’s more for you to read: Figure out what I’ve said,
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There is a Hand, my friends, which guides our destinies toward other ends than we planned. And I wish He’d cut it out. Bill Veeck, Thirty Tons a Day Talking recently with my publisher and friend, I said that I found most conspiracy theories tough to embrace, because in my experience people were unable to
When Mrs. President offer brilliant idea, “Just say no to drug,” seem perfect. American people love simple above all else, except to say No. No, no, child; no, no. If Mr. President not on drug, how could say “No poor people in America?” Yet he say this. Yeltsin frequent drunk, yet even he see poor.
(I never played even high school baseball, let alone professionally. Could I hit a 100 mph fastball? An 87 mph slider? Even a major league change-up? It is to laugh. Most professional athletes agree that hitting major league pitching is the hardest thing to do in sports. The only right I have to criticize major
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Some guys Dmitri meet at Wrigley Field, all drunk to watch Cubs blow yet another lead, later in week take Dmitri fish for lake trout. One own boat, one rod and reel to loan, and on that rod and reel Dmitri hook something big, make rod tip plunge. Set hook. Hoist, reel in. Hoist, reel