I'm Half Scotch-irish On Both Sides, And

Santa Barbara People Are Conservative-not Like In L.a., Where Everybody Wears Rhinestones On Their Glasses To Show That They Own An Airplane Factory.

The Dubious Privilege Of A Freelance Writer Is He’s Given The Freedom To Starve Anywhere.

Tomatoes And Squash Never Fail To Reach Maturity. You Can Spray Them With Acid, Beat Them With Sticks And Burn Them; They Love It.

"in France," Marcel Said With Wintry Dignity, "accidents Occur In The Bedroom, Not The Kitchen."

There Are Nineteen Words In Yiddish That Convey Gradations Of Disparagement, From A Mild, Fluttery Helplessness To A State Of Downright, Irreconcilable Brutishness. All Of Them Can Be Usefully Employed To Pinpoint The Kind Of Individuals I Write About.