You can fail at some things in the early going — take spelling bees and the high jump — and then go about your business. The SAT, not so much, not so much at all. It takes all day to fail.

The arts are in a slump. What they need are sassy cheerleaders, bawling beer vendors, fist fights in the cheap seats, and trash-talking press conferences.

The artistic spirit hits when it hits, even if it happens to be in the later years. 

In correcting mistakes in the corporate world, sometimes the old ways work best.

The two made plans to meet at a certain time and a certain place. Time and place did their assigned parts. But where were the two?

A late night return to the office holds a surprise for this astringent gentleman of the old school.

‘Wrestle your truths to the ground and let the chips fall where they may,’ the writing instructor at The Sundowners Snowbird Park had said. What could go wrong?