He ran a comb through his mop and hurried out the door.

But when I was actually at the gig, my mind wandered feverishly. Like some smackless junkie, I was withdrawing from the nicotine, and it hurt. Lots.

Use one scoop of coffee for each pot.

That inevitable pork fat that flavors everything after one gets west of Buffalo, and a little off the line of travel that leads you through the great hotels in the great cities in America, — that saleratus bread, hayey tea, clammy pie-crust, […]