I heard through the grapevine that Jim will be leaving soon.

The first time I had niku udon was at a Japanese convenience store, now long closed, near Columbia University in the mid-1990s. For about $5, the attendants would plop a handful of freshly boiled udon into a Styrofoam cup and add a ladle of dashi broth seasoned with soy sauce and mirin.

He had two assists in the game.

Believe you me, there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth amongst the other members of the class. But I happily wallowed in my slanhood.