In All My Years Of New York

Being A White Sox Fan Meant Measuring Victory In Terms Of Defeat. A 6-5 Defeat Was A Good Day. A Big Rally Was Wally Moses Doubling Down The Right- Field Line.

Manhattan Cabs Are Born Old.

Randy Lay There Like A Slug. It Was His Only Defense.

In All My Years Of New York Cab Riding I Have Yet To Find The Colorful, Philosophical Cabdriver That Keeps Popping Up On The Late Movies.

The Hand Of Fate Had Dipped Into The Ragbag Of Humanity.