Seemingly here was an intruder who was violating custom. Moreover, the partners had come to look upon this exceedingly rich district as their exclusive property. And so their indignation was extreme. The low-down, ornery cuss! said Dobbs. The nerve of him, crowdin' in on us, just as if there wasn't lots of other places for him to go!

Thinks I to myself, “Sol, you're run off your course again. This is a rich man's summer‘cottage’ and if you don't look out there's likely to be some nice, lively dog taking an interest in your underpinning.”

While cyclists often focus on crank-crushing quads or sculpted calves, all you have to do is realize, as Kita did, that the heart is not some mysterious, beating organ, but rather pure, powerhouse muscle.

We shouted very unladylikely from one end of the corridor to the other; went out with GI’s, unchaperoned; had an occasional dance in our dining room with completely strange men!