It's a really nice day, isn't it?

Why can't we just.. get along?

Have you met my friend, Mr. Socko?

This will be fun for me but not for you!

One afternoon in early January, the weather showed a lack of character. There was no frost nor wind: the trees in the garden did not stir.

Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while.

There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your …