The crows seemed to be calling his name, thought Caw.

As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint.

Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine, which I guess is why several of us died of tuberculosis.

At the half, we thought we were going to come out and close it out like we usually do.

It is dangerous for GM to give the CAW what they want and then ask for the UAW to accept serious concessions.

Here's a good thing to do if you go to a party and you don't know anybody: First take out the garbage. Then go around and collect any extra garbage that people might have, like a crumpled napkin, and take that out too. Pretty soon people will want to meet the busy garbage guy.