It was a solid punch. It was no picnic.

It's a little like the Mafia. A friend of mine is a friend of yours.

That cat goes on a kill-crazy rampage when spring comes. She eats them.

It's not easy to accomplish, but he certainly has the means to do so. I have a plan I'd like to discuss.

I'm sure for a little while everybody's going to watch their step and then it will be back to business as usual. And that's not really that bad.

If you're writing a gossip column, it's just different and shouldn't be held to the same standards as reporting on the war in Iraq.