“No! You are not going to lunch!” I threw my arms over the counter at the Department of Motor Vehicles and locked eyes with the woman...

“He’s wheezing when he’s crying! It sounds like he’s punctured a lung! What if he broke a rib and it’s sticking into his lung?” I was...

“He portrayed villains and had a deep, distinctive voice,” I offered, searching for the elusive name. “Basil Rathbone. I know it’s Basil...

“Sure! Give me that plate too. And the bowl. And the bread basket!” We watched in amazement as the busboy kept stacking dishes higher and higher in his arms until he could just peer over the top. And then he asked us to stick one more saucer into the load. On his way back to the kitchen he staggered only once when someone came through the swinging door and he had to step back. I held my breath as he disappeared into the back room, expecting any moment to hear a gigantic crash