Commentary
As the summer of 1946 approached I began to think about getting a summer job.
The government of Nicaragua had launched a proxy war against its own people.
I run. Running is hard. A mental challenge and a physical feat. It does not matter how far you go — 10 meters, 10 miles. Running is hard.
I don’t mind going to the laundromat. It’s surprisingly pleasant.
Thank you all so much for being here and taking part in this celebration with us and for all of your support, in one way or another, over our high...
For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, to make meals or reservations.
He was in his fifties by now, and after years of deliberation he decided it was time.
I smelled adventure. To me, the scent of pine needles warming in the sun is the smell of adventure awaiting.
I was with a group of people recently, mostly younger which is usually the case now that I have turned 90.