There are fewer things more thrilling in life than lumpy letters. That rattle. — Jean Shepherd Copy Share Image
“What the hell time is it?" muttered the old man. He was always an aggressive sleeper. Sleep was one of the things he did best, and he loved it. Some look upon sleep as an unfortunate necessary interruption of life;… — 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
