To Be A Man, A Boy Must

While I Was Busy Hating Vegas, And Hiding From Vegas, A Funny Thing Happened. I Grew To Love Vegas.

While I Fear That We're Drawn To What Abandons Us, And To What Seems Most Likely To Abandon Us, In The End I Believe We're Defined By What Embraces Us.

To Be A Man, A Boy Must See A Man

In Manhasset You Were Either Yankees Or Mets, Rich Or Poor, Sober Or Drunk...you Were 'gaelic' Or 'garlic," As One Schoolmate Told Me, And I Couldn't Admit, To Him Or Myself, That I Had Both Irish And Italian Ancestors.

If Only Ed Fleming Had A Mother Who Gave Such Sound Advice. The Manager Of Wazoo's, A Downtown Denver Restaurant, Fleming Is A Csu Alum Who Has Been Darned Giddy About The Rams' Recent Success. So Giddy That He Donned A Necklace Made Of Pez Candies, A Red Blazer - And Nothing Else. A Few People Gaped (some Actually Set Aside Their Beers), But Most Ignored Fleming As He Strutted Like A Red-blazered Rooster, Demanding That All Hail The Mighty Naked Beer King.