I had no idea how much of this was making it through the muffling bag.
I was gratified to be able to answer promptly. I said I don't know.
A lie can travel halfway around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.
The next time a car appeared down Market Street, I stepped right out into the road, waving my arms over my head, shouting.
Sitting in the back of that Hummer, my head in a hood, my hands lashed behind my back, lurching back and forth while the bruises swelled up on my head, terrorism suddenly felt a lot riskier.
Experience is a good teacher, but she send in terrific bills.
I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.