I'll never forget those hot summer nights working the rim in the sports department, in a building with no air conditioning. Herman Squeezingham, Marvin Potsterton, Arby Fallstrom, Tom Clone, Generic Face Offner and Agate Galarraga.

The 13-run pool, run by that great old guy whose name slips my 58-year-old mind.

Jack Farmer answering the phone, "Th--ports."

Myron leaving for home before dark because everyone knew his car didn't have headlights.