No, cycling does involve blood. Necessarily so. That’s why it’s not a sport. Read more
A good friend of mine was given a day trip to Washington for his birthday to see the Redskins and Eagles play on Monday Night Football. This was in RFK, and he saw a bunch of Philadelphia fans grab the Chief and stuff him into a trashcan, feet over his head, on the mezzanine breezeway. No one tried to stop it. What a… Read more
Driving of the Golden Spike at Promontory Summit, Utah. I was but a lad sweeping my father’s general goods store in Grand Island, Neb., where Western Union rented an office in the back, and I remember the excited clacking as the news came through and the whooping and hollering of the wireman. Glory be hallelujah. Read more
My best friend’s mother, who died in May, saw Elvis play in Lexington, N.C., some time before he made the Ed Sullivan Show. She swore he made eyes at her from the stage, but also acknowledged he probably did so with every girl in the gym.
When Elvis died, she was heartbroken. My friend’s father gathered up the family… Read more