Holiday Parties Millie comes home bawling from another holiday party and Willie asks what’s the problem. Millie says her friends are cheese…

This time Wilma is ready for the bastards jimmying her front door, coming back for more. The first time she was asleep,

It’s midnight and I’m too tired to stroll in my Wall Street garden to check on the nightlife among the flowers

Praise for Him coming from us is like the bark of a terrier at the foot of his master

The story goes Pa met Ma in the city when he drove a truckload of pigs to market. She was the young waitress who served him cup after cup of coffee and gave him three eggs instead of ju...

Officer Burks brings Max the Bloodhound into the alley and Max immediately strains at his leash.

Larry and Bob have the same birth… Their friends at the Gathering Pl… where they plan to celebrate the y… Larry says his children will take… for a nice dinner and it will be g…

“Tell Pablo I cannot see!” says the man in the Picasso painti… as I pass by, program in hand. The man has a hairy nose where each of his ears should be.

Millie calls the hotel at midnight to tell Willie he didn’t do anythi… It’s the way he didn’t do anything… that’s the problem because a man d… send a girl yellow roses on Valent…

On a clear day in the day room he will tell anyone he has had an askew life. When he was a small boy out for a Sunday walk

Every day comes praise for Him everywhere in nature a cricket chirps a wren sings

It’s a matter of beans, says Rosie, 79, legally blind, her fingers dancing across a Bible in braille, when a reporter asks her about

It’s never what she says always how she says it and how she stands when she says it and what she says

It’s an old clock hanging on a wall in a small room on the third floor. We go up there