Long before the city was put to death, Joe Sullivan built a new building for his liquor store.

No matter how old or how bad, we had a mother who named us.

Beyond, the pale powder blue sky projects only that which ventures across its subzero canvas.

Somewhere out on the highway, there is always a 20-mile traffic jam.

I'm so glad I have no bucket list.

I remember when the snow was good for making snowballs. I tried making hand grenades and pretended I was in the army.