What happens in Alabama when it snows? People go crazy. The weathermen get excited. There’s a mad rush for the grocery store (as if two inches of snow might actually force people to pull an Ethan Frome). And after the roads get good and iced over, Bubba invariably gets cabin fever and decides to take the Dodge Ram out for a spin.
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So in the mighty Empire State Building, I paid five bucks to ride to the top in an Otis. We stopped prematurely around the 73 floor. And there we sat. Four two hours. Dangling by a cord. By a veritable thread. By the 64 year-old design of Mr. Otis. The other tourists were from Kansas or somewhere like that and got nervous.
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As I have said before, I’m just not real swift at sports. Blasphemy, I know, in Alabama. We are a state of sportsman. Shoot, “Bear” Bryant is a deity. God may have created the heavens and earth in six days, but the Bear whupped up on Notre Dame. Call Dash – yes sir: soccer, football,
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In 1995, I tried my hand at advertising as my father, Mike Murphy, the original Mad Man, had done for years. These were my first (and only) attempts at radio copy. At that time, Saatchi & Saatchi reigned as the world’s largest advertising agency with clients such as P&G, Toyota, and Bell Atlantic (later Verizon).
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My first major byline appeared 11 January 1994. To my surprise, the story made the front page of the Post. I’d just started a few days before as an intern—the same week Rudy Giuliani took office as mayor.
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