A man with four children crowding like saplings around him whistles to wake up the elephant seal who has hulked his impossible body onto the beach.

He would make a good manager, if he had a little more backbone.

In 1985, a devival meeting at the Stone Bar in San Francisco's North Beach section came to the unwelcome attention of the police.

We neared a hollow where Prince barked eagerly. Curley answered, and likewise Queen. Mux’s short, angry bow-wow showed that he was in line.