“As an inventor,” Bob Mason suggested, “you're a howling success at shooting craps! If I were as free of spavins, ringbone, saddle-galls, and splints as you are, I'd have that nanny-goat in here, hog-tie her, flop her and let the boy help himself. […]”

Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir / Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine / With a cargo of ivory, / And apes and peacocks, / Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.

Little Cottonwood Canyon has a rich history with gelande competitions, and watching skiers soar over 200 feet is not something you get to see every day.

Cigarette in mouth, he clutched his pockets in search of a lighter.