The Detroit Auto Show got underway yesterday, and in the way I have lately of linking these things, the show always makes me think of a woman named Michele and the romantic, embarrassing mess of an encounter I had with her so…
The Detroit Auto Show got underway yesterday, and in the way I have lately of linking these things, the show always makes me think of a woman named Michele and the romantic, embarrassing mess of an encounter I had with her so…
The last time I saw Jimmy Hoffa he was okay. It was late in the morning, and I left him standing with William F. Buckley Jr. on the floor of a Detroit television studio. What happened after that, I can’t say. We…
Before I met Neil Armstrong’s mother, I bought a new suit. It was gray with blue pin stripes. I looked like a twenty-year-old banker in it. A pimply twenty-year-old banker. I thought of that suit again yesterday when the news came…