My parents lived in the Last Naïf Age: the last ‘good war’, atoms for peace, and parental philosophy that said children should do and say exactly what we do and say, and Shazam! You'll be us.

They are a generic, a noname animal, the unbreed, one of a kind, and in these days of mass-produced merchandise, of branding run rampant, the mutt's uniqueness is a priceless commodity.

The only people in the stadium were the fans: no players, coaches, or officials.

Water was dripping from the ceiling, so we figured there was a problem with the plumbing.