I remember waiting in line early in the morning at Grand Central Station for a half dozen hot bagels.

There's something so soothing about the hum of Grand Central Station.

I write early in the morning, usually after reading portions of at least half a dozen newspapers on the web.

I spent many a summer early morning with the radio very low, half sleeping and half listening.

I had a half-dozen cigarettes going in ashtrays all over the house and on the patio.

Six of one, half dozen of another. Oh, well, half of one, six dozen of the other.