Detroit Free Press

A strange thing happened to me this week. I was nearly mowed down by a car racing toward a bookstore.Normally, I wouldn't mind this, since at least the person was in a hurry to read, instead of getting home in time to watch "The Simpsons." Then I noticed other cars also speeding toward the parking lot, and people -- mostly women -- slamming their doors and racing into the store."What's going on?" I asked."Gone With The Wind," I was told.

I've seen heavyweight fights that go like this: One guy comes out on fire, he slugs and pounds and gets the crowd all worked up. Pow! Pow! His fists are flying, and his opponent takes every shot, the blood spitting from his face, until he looks like he'll go down any moment -- which only excites the aggressor more. Only the opponent doesn't go down. He stays standing. Blow after blow. And finally, the first guy, exhausted from all this punching with no reward, takes a breath, says, "Hey, what's with this lug?"And pow! The other guy knocks him out.

Once upon a time, when you asked someone for an interview, you didn't plan on calling him names.Then again, once upon a time, we used leeches to cure the common cold.Times have changed. So it didn't surprise me when an NFL quarterback named Jim Everett went on a cable talk show last week, and the host insultingly called him "Chris" -- as in Chris Evert, the female tennis player -- not once, not twice, but three times."I'll bet you don't call me that again," the quarterback warned."I'll bet I do," the host said.He smirked."Chris," he said.

Usually, the stupidity of the masses is fought by the integrity of the few.Now and then, it's the other way around.Take the case of Jill Burstein. She is a security guard at Detroit's Renaissance Center. She sits behind a desk in one of the building's many hallways.The RenCen can be a cold, sterile place. So Jill decided to warm it up a little. At Halloween, she put a pumpkin on her desk. People smiled when they walked past.At Thanksgiving, she put up two paper turkeys and a balloon. People smiled again.

Attention: young people about to graduate college. Put down that beach ball!This is not a typo. I went to graduation ceremonies at George Washington University last weekend, and all during the speech -- made by a prominent government leader -- the students were tossing a beach ball, punching it from section to section, like at a Jimmy Buffet concert. I kept waiting for someone to interrupt the future of global economy by yelling "PLAY MARGARITAVILLE, DUDE!"

"They come and they go, Hobbs; they come and they go."Robert Duvall to Robert Redford in "The Natural"I always loved that line, but I never realized how true it was in sports until last week. While vacationing out West, I went to a jazz concert in a small California nightclub. Not long after I sat down, a man and his wife sat next to me. The man smiled and said, "How you doing, Mitch?"