... it dawned on me that even though I had on grease-covered overalls, they thought I was Fidel. I started running and they chased me into an alley and started hitting me. "I had to show them my driver's license before they let me go." But ...
... it dawned on me that he wasn't alone in that role: We'd each worked so hard to avoid being weak. Without realizing it, after years of stubborn accusations, we had chipped away at any foundation of trust, any sense of being a team. The ...
... it dawned on me that Carl's basic flying technique is so smooth that I had missed gear up, flaps up and the change from climb to cruise. With a tingle of awe and understanding, I began to concentrate on trying to detect a seat-of-the ...
... it dawned on me that maybe I could actually do production." VOICE OF JESUS (ON "BLOOD ON THE MOTORWAY," FROM THE PRIVATE PRESS) "There's a subgenre of psychedelia called Xian rock, made by guys who were bom again, but who also wanted to ...
... it dawned on me that they really f— ed over Thelon- ious Monk, and they really f— ed over John Coltrane — and I'm telling you, as far as our scene goes, Edwin Torres is on that level. So, come on up, Thelonious." "Ed-win!" someone ...
... it dawned on me that "I started thinking that discriminating against my own son was the worst discrimination there is. I realized prejudice [against gay people] is through tear or ignorance, and I had both." -Jim Stewart being gay is ...
... it dawned on me that all my life, people told me I lacked an important quality that some consider a virtue. But at long last, I now have Patience. FRANK CIAROOCCHI League City, Texas We named our boat Grandpa's Wake in honor of my kids ...
... it dawned on me that the spool I was viewing encompassed the date of Samantha's death. There was no reason whatsoever to suppose she might have died in Huntington — much less be mentioned in the newspaper. But a tiny voice said, "look ...
... It dawned on me that she must know the dead aviator. "Did you know him?" I gently asked. "Jimmy — Jimmy and I — were — sweethearts," was her broken reply. And there I sat, one who had never comforted anybody, who had never touched grief ...
... it dawned on me that a 1 4-year-old girl who puts herself to bed at 7:30 each night has something on her mind besides report cards. I had to speak sharply to Rena to get her to put aside the earphones. Then I sat down on her bed. CHOW.