“Well,” he calls out, “that Daisy mare musta foaled by now. Come on in and we'll knock back another bottle of bacanora to celebrate.” “You and your goddam bacanora,” Ole Man Benson yells, shaking his fist up at my Ole Man.

“Bicycling” defeated the possibility of topicality, a prime production habit of the network-trained production executives staffing the new entity.

Marines work hard. Only shitbirds try to avoid work, only shitbirds try to skate. Marines are clean, not skuzzy. I teach Leonard to value his rifle as he values his life. I teach him that blood makes the grass grow.

I communicate at MD-level these days. Prolonged sobriety and TM have given me a direct line to Pat.