BIG PEOPLE AREN’T KEEPING US SAFE
It’s one of our first assumptions in life: The big people will take care of us.When we’re infants, it’s our mother and father. When we’re schoolchildren, it’s our teachers. As we go along, it’s police, doctors, airplane pilots.We...
Time To Face It: Hill Can’T Win By Himself
Grant Hill must feel like the boy in the bubble. Every autumn, people come to peek at how he’s progressing. Has he changed? Is he ready to wear the crown? Has he grown fangs? Adopted a scowl? Is this the year of Grant Hill, finally? Is this the year? Is this the year? . . .
PAYTON LEFT FIGHTING FOR ONE MORE YARD
CHICAGO — On Jan. 10, 1988, Walter Payton played in his last NFL game — a loss to Washington in the NFC semifinals. Excerpts from Mitch Albom’s column the next day:CHICAGO — He sat there, alone, ignoring the cold, ignoring the departing crowd,...
NEW SONG: BRING IN ‘DA BUCS, BRING IN ‘DA NOISE
WE MAY NOT dress as well as New Yorkers, we may not tan as well as Californians, we may not do chowder as well as New Englanders, or barbecue a T-bone as well as a Texan. But one thing we know how to do in Detroit is make noise.To paraphrase Andy Garcia in Godfather...
OUR VANITY MAKES EGG SALE A BIG DEAL
Traditionally, the first thing you say about a newborn baby is how much it resembles the parents.”Look, she has her father’s eyes.””Look, she has her mother’s chin.”But if a certain fashion photographer turned genetic manipulator...
WHY DO YOU THINK THEY CALL HIM CHARLIE HUSTLE?
FUNNY THING about America. You do something wrong, people scream. They want your head. Then you disappear, other people do other wrong things, people scream for their heads. And one day, you’re back in the spotlight and –ta-da — you’re...
IT WAS A TRAGIC FAREWELL FOR A REMARKABLE GOLFER
ONE OF THE early news reports said only the pilots in Payne Stewart’s private jet were dead. That Stewart and the others inside might be alive, stranded in the clouds, with no way to bring the plane down. This, in America, was enough to send everyone running to...
Our Differences Remain So Trivial
The fumes were spreading. A fire. It’s a fire! The female workers in this clandestine factory began to scream and rush for the windows. A young man carrying a carton of cigarette lighters stumbled into the main room and fainted from the smoke. He dropped his box.
It exploded.
