His song "King of the Road" remains one of the anthems of the asphalt.

When St Genesius, the patron saint of actors, refused to act in a Roman play that ridiculed Christianity, the legend goes, the producers executed him. It reminds some people of Broadway today.

Briefly leaving behind the molars and malocclusions to enter Yoknapatawpha County, the mythical realm of madmen and malingerers, drifters and grifters, funeral parties and lynch mobs.

There are pretty high expectations. Intel needs to show their technology road map and prove it.

The rolling English drunkard made the rolling/ English road./ A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round/ the shire.

Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! Those caves of ice! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, B