That inevitable pork fat that flavors everything after one gets west of Buffalo, and a little off the line of travel that leads you through the great hotels in the great cities in America, — that saleratus bread, hayey tea, clammy pie-crust, […]

But when I was actually at the gig, my mind wandered feverishly. Like some smackless junkie, I was withdrawing from the nicotine, and it hurt. Lots.

Use one scoop of coffee for each pot.

He ran a comb through his mop and hurried out the door.