His toes were still sliding across the line when Combs took him over. Somebody should have it on tape.

At some moment in September when there is an intimation of fall - perhaps a certain slant of light across the browning meadow in the hush of a late afternoon when the wind from the sea has suddenly died-I think of the fiercely independent ruffed grouse, a game bird without peer.

Once you walk across that line, it's live,

I think when he came down I was still sliding and I caught his shin guard a little bit. It's not that big of a deal.

McDonald's does not close down and move across the state line when you raise the minimum wage.

You need to be standing on his toes when he's catching the ball. He's that good.