This couple’s for real—normal as burnt hot dogs on the grill, regular as the 8:05, corny as any doting parents. The brighter Jack’s future gets, the more old-shoe his habits become...
Brando wasn’t officially invited to the banquet. He just came, and this is what he said. His comments, candid and off the cuff, were recorded in shorthand by a very surprised fellow-diner...
It was at the Coliseum in Fort Worth, Texas, not long ago. The tall boy on the stage had hardly begun his song, “Let’s Play House,” swaying and twisting his body with the beat, fairly lashing at the strings of his guitar, when his audience...