Sparky Anderson wasn’t just my favorite manager … he was my mom’s favorite manager.
Cincinnati Reds IQ: The Ultimate Test of True FandomBones just stared. "You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!
Halfway to the GraveOnly union with you gives joy. The rest if tearing down one building to put up another.
The Big Red BookHe never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.
Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the WestIt was one thing to use computers as a tool, quite another to let them do your thinking for you.
The Hunt for Red OctoberTo live in books is cowardly---but people are not worth investigation.
The Red Leather Diary: Reclaiming a Life Through the Pages of a Lost Journal…because I was only eleven years old, I was wrapped in the best cloak of invisibility in the world.
A Red Herring Without Mustard