Timmy's dad drove an old blue truck that puttered and sputtered to get to the top of the mountain, that led to the valley, where … the WILDCAT waited.

The became grandparents adoptively.

We have apparently been doing this all our lives, since we were first distressed. This collection of ancient habits seems to be energized by the presence, or even the promise, of slack or free attention from any person in the situation […]

The brooding, black-clad singer bridged a stark divide that emerged in the recording industry in the 1950s, as post-Elvis pop singers diverged into two camps and audiences aligned themselves with either the sideburned rebels of rock 'n' roll or the cowboy-hatted twangsters of country music.