Karl Grossman
Karl Grossman is trying to make ends meet as a Long Island newspaperman and a humorist, which is pretty funny.
Fiction
Most Of All, I Remember Steeplechase
First he insults me, tells me I’m not a human being. Well, I tell him — this frog, this polka-dotted frog — that I just can’t control myself in the face of spaghetti.
January 1976
Essays, Memoirs & True Stories
or, not by canned peas alone
There are some who say all you need to survive is canned peas. I don’t necessarily agree with that. The human is extraordinarily complex. Ask yourself: when were jackets invented?
June 1975
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