“Early December saw the first of the great blizzards of that year. The wind howling down out of the Canadian wilds a few hundred miles to the north had screamed over frozen Lake Michigan and hit Hohman, laying on the… — Jean Shepherd Copy Share Image
In all my years of New York cab riding I have yet to find the colorful, philosophical cabdriver that keeps popping up on the… — Jean Shepherd Copy Share Image
Some men are Baptists, others Catholics. My father was an Oldsmobile man. — Jean Shepherd Copy Share Image
“Early December saw the first of the great blizzards of that year. The wind howling down out of the Canadian wilds a few hundred… — Jean Shepherd Copy Share Image
There are fewer things more thrilling in life than lumpy letters. That rattle. — Jean Shepherd Copy Share Image
“Preparing to go to school was like getting ready for extended deep sea diving.” — Jean Shepherd Copy Share Image
Being a White Sox fan meant measuring victory in terms of defeat. A 6-5 defeat was a good day. A big rally was Wally… — Jean Shepherd Copy Share Image
