Hugh Hefner’s kingdom is the same kingdom the 5:15 suburban commuter is rushing home to.
They mess up their stomachs with fancy drinks. And it ain’t the whisky that kills ’em, it’s the other stuff they mix in — juice and stuff.
Every summer seemed better than the last. The sunsets seemed to become more spectacular. And more precious.
Or is it possible the mayor was thinking about the words of Noah, who said: “Let’s all get in the Ark.”
One day Bill Malloy, a Chicago folk singer, noticed the slogan on the Standard Oil service stations’ signs: “As you travel, ask us.” So he asked.
The old, established rich had to give up some of their exclusive box seats at the Metropolitan Opera to some of the newly rich.
The sentiments afoot in the America of 1968 endure a half-century later.
The American people were so divided against themselves that he dared not take part in a political campaign for fear it could get worse.
The lady provided chairs for her customers, coffee, and, if somebody would walk down the block to buy a quart of beer, she’d provide the glasses.
Charge: Gambling. Margate Park, 4931 Marine Drive. Evidence: A deck of cards and $4.30.
There were Zebras by the package, and cherry bombs, torpedoes, and skyrockets, more Zebras, pinwheels, and other great stuff.
This story is being told to show that this is still the land of opportunity.
Compared with the coroner’s office, Dr. Frankenstein and Igor were more scientific.
Frankie felt like a giant’s finger was on the down button of his life.
Outside the movie theater, people were asking what is wrong with this country, why it kills the way it does.