The chimes were clinging in the wind. Or were they clanging, and clinging to hope?

“It’s December in Florida, and there are still a few leaves clinging on the bran…”

“A pile of hairy towels is not a passable substitute for a dog.”

“If my name were Nubby Blues, I wouldn't be a jazz musician, I'd be a disabled V…”

“Women won’t sleep with me for the same reason that I don’t pay for sex—I don’t …”