Sublime

« Qu’on parle de moi en bien ou en mal… » : le triomphe du sensationnalisme

stand lead-footed, watching the ball skid low, graze the inside of the line on its way to set the chain-link fence into song.

The problem wasn’t natural gas. It was excessive regulation. Every time Clark had to give a pig an antibiotic shot, the law now required that he have a veterinarian write a prescription. That was fifty dollars per farm call, plus the cost of the medication. What really burned Clark up, however, wasn’t just the cost of the vet; it was the fact that

Frank Donovan, a lifetime close friend and a lawyer from Detroit. He was known among his friends and clients as a brilliant legal analyst with a nonaggressive temperament. No litigator. When we were both twenty, I remember him saying: "When there's a fight, I pick up my hat and go home." He had a large head, somewhat out of proportion to his medium

The Friday Night Solution

Treat the Disease, Not the Symptom