I hope you will understand: I am not an advocate for tobacco. But there’s an ember inside me that flares…
It is New York, in early October 1969. Indian Summer, in these pre-Earth Day times, is something everyone can see….
Gordon: Good to see you, Chet. Chet: You, too, Gordon. How are those prize-winning hogs? Gordon: Hard to tell, really….
“Does Candidate #1659-R-18 play the tuba? There’s an urgent note here from the band director. They’re one brass instrument short…”