I had this enormous energy inside me—a big swallowing thing, all muscle and throat. It seems far away now, but…
Fiction
Into The Grand American Day
Lou Gehrig walked with his stout, stern mother through the cavernous Waiting Room of Pennsylvania Station. He was carrying an enormous, leather, time-scratched portmanteau.
Pianos and Stuff
We kind of hated Jackson and Sara. What could we do? They were our friends. We went out for dinner once every three months or so.