She was in a hurry. Not the standard hurry when you're in a rush to get someplace, but a frantic hurry. The type of hurry where a few seconds could mean life or death. She raced down the road ignoring speed limits and weaving between cars. She was only a few minutes away when traffic came to a dead standstill on the road ahead.
No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars, or sailed to an uncharted land, or opened a new heaven to the human spirit.
In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time.
We have young kids who often walk into our room at night for various reasons including clowns in the closet.
As Weiner continues his comeback tour in a run for New York City mayor, Blake Zeff observes a man who straddled two identities, a moderate "outer-borough" politician and a crowd-pleasing liberal on TV.
