“I'm black. You're black. African American, Bilalian, Negro, Colored folk, blackity-black, black. Those Oreos up there, they're black too, although I'm sure they'd cry if you told them.

As forecast, Joe suspected nothing as he pottered round the flat in the sunshine, absorbed in the task of picking winners.

The four basic omes, their major interactions, and the evolution of other human omes.

But mezcaleros roast the piñas in earthen mounds over pits of hot rocks.