'Old times' never come back and I suppose it's just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year and that's better.
This enraged the other Nazi so much that the next morning he came to our house and he shot my father.
By Thursday morning, we'd gotten over the worst of it.
I don't hate L.A., but I'm nervous about becoming one of those people who...
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
