An inexhaustible supply

It has become a more and more habitable shack, from bottom to top

Car here, car there, drive your car everywhere

I was initiated into the joys of myriad shellfish

“There was no U.S. Open at Shinnecock in 1996,”

Their hurry gains them only a place in a slow queue

Publicists make the world go round

It occurred to me to ask if he might know something about three Japanese prints I inherited

Sea robins are the dominant fish along the shore this year

“Surely, I’ll be dead by then,” I said as I reached for the calculator