The most brilliant of his many close escapes just might be the time in 1967 when he accidentally pioneered a new tool in the Army’s fight against public scrutiny.
“I realized a long time ago that I am under no obligation to forgive anyone. So I don’t.”
Today was bad. Snotty Kid let go of the string and arghhhhh I went so high!
The bartender, sleeves rolled to his elbows, stood wiping the fingerprints from a bottle of Four Roses when the two old ladies walked into the bar.
“May I have your leaves please?”
I can’t do this anymore. The line inches forward. I hold the book in my hand.