He was the untutored knucklehead ("Is Moby Dick the man or the whale?" he famously asked) who lived on unfiltered cigarettes, poker chips, and Scotch and yet somehow managed to hire James Thurber and E. B. White, Janet Flanner and Lillian Ross, Edmund Wilson and Vladimir Nabokov, A. J. Liebling and Joseph Mitchell.
Then there are the knuckleheads — I can call them that because I think I'm part of the group — who wonder about crazy, wacky possibilities.
I don't know if it was the combination of the newness of having a license, or wanting to show off for a girl, or just because I was a knucklehead, but I wanted to see if the family's Nash-Rambler station wagon, with a push button gear shift (the latest thing) could lay rubber in the parking lot of the super market.
(Mr. Strahan declined to to divulge his salary. "I'm doing fine," he said, "but that's just Terry being a knucklehead. I wouldn't tell him what I was making because he might ask me for a loan").
"I was a knucklehead kid and I said, 'Man, you coaches cut me; I'm not playing for you,' " James said.
"...I was in this group with these knuckleheads and I started really liking them," he explained, "even though they had nothing to do with the film industry and I had nothing to gain from them and nothing to offer them".
To this day, probably one reason they call me a knucklehead is that I can't understand: Why can't you treat everybody the same?" Lately, Smith has spent a lot of time reading.
"I was a knucklehead in my time, but now I'm out here doing this for the community".
But if some knucklehead says" — side step — " 'I ain't gettin' out the shower yet, dawg, I gots soap on me,' can you use force?
"Last year, she might have 10 of what I call knucklehead plays a game.
