BOOBS! That's all she saw, but that's my mother for you. I grip my cell phone as she gives me a choppy play-by-play of my husband's fight on TV. I'm at work and can't watch. The camera switches to a shot of the audience - one person in particular. "Who the hell is that?"... »
I held my breath more than once that morning: When I remembered there was a shark sighting just two days earlier, which cleared the Euclid Avenue beach in Allenhurst I was about to desecrate with my derring-do; when I tumbled over and over again from the boat my instructor, Rick Henrichsen, called a surf... »
