As my (metal) knees set off all the security thingies, I am subjected to touchy, feely sessions—usually by a dudette with fat, sweaty hands—before being allowed to wait at the gate for hour after hour. The Joy Of Watching Hockey It is a lovely fall.

I lost complete track of Frank Sinatra and while I was hunting for him I saw a fellow with my tramp makeup on, waiting to get into the clown car.

For Ortega, pragmata do not represent our real concerns in life, but, as he liked to call them, pseudo-things.

A barrage of very ducky kazoo blats filled the air.