I just thought Mike was getting high in the corner, and Heather put her camera down to run over and demand that he not be such a Bogart.

With more than admiration he admir’d Her azure veins, her alabaster skin, Her coral lips, her snow-white dimpled chin.

I suppose I could have subwayed around town in search of froufrou French pastry shops.

I have spent much of my life a recovering sportaholic. If it bounced, rolled, slid, or flew, I chased it. Or watched it.