In St. Louis young blacks carry guns like cell phones and use them often to shoot each other, as we read in the daily paper

Day and night preachers hawk the Message of the Cross on television. Once a month they pause and beg for money for

He’s a citizen who has a problem with people walking toward him walking behind him walking next to him

The uncommon is common in America today. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, Seinfeld

Every day the same people at the same table at the rear of the cafeteria. The maiden, 35 at least, is gray at the temples,

She could sing, dance, and act but picking a man was a problem. She didn’t complain or explain just worked hard for the money, an Unsinkable Molly Brown.

A poor man comes to the door after the storm last winter and asks if he can have something to eat if he shovels the walk. You say forget about the snow.

Anyone might have what you need if she’s choice in your eye. She can be big or small provided she has

Solid middle class he is always has been always will be until tomorrow on the highway

Being out of work during the holidays is twice as bad and twice that’s happened now to Wally Ballew

Underneath the feeder black juncos write hieroglyphics in the snow. Two cardinals arrive In a flash of red. They add

I turn on the news to see who won the game last night but first the scores from hot spots in the city. Two people are killed

It was an ancient city. All the young people left as soon as they could but the old remained in their mortgaged huts