He'd suffered a staph infection in his ankle in 1976, so the Cubs shifted him to first base, where he remained for the final fourteen years of his career.

He'd invited Gene Sarazen to play an exhibition match with Emmett Kelly, the first course pro ; more than 1, 000 people came to watch.

He'd always considered the islands his home, and had never considered the possibility of anyone seeing him as anything other than black, but he realized here for the first time, by some, he might be considered white.

He'd been there several times, back when, while he and Radic had been friends, or at least not enemies.

Then it hit me: He'd been giving me all this bullshit about his wife and his two kids in London, when in fact he was gay, and he was makin ' a move on me!

He'd have his drive all spic ' n ' span when he left the house, then get home to find all these empty cans.

He'd play the record but he'd improvise over what Earl was doing ..... ' course, when you heard Art play you didn't hear nothing of anybody but Art.

He'd be out there squinting because he could see, at midnight, the moonlight and shadows, and that was his way of not seeing the weeds or imperfections that would plague him during the day ..." Talking of the tranquility he felt at Friar Park, Harrison once said: " Sometimes I feel like I'm actually on the wrong planet, and it's great when I'm in my garden.

He'd say, when told about a new Python Tour, " I'm not doing silly walks.

He'd come out and show me that big fist of his when I wasn't bearing down the way he thought I should.

He'd written Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say please share my umbrella and it's like when you get a really great part of a lyric or, I also had this nice riff as well, and when you have such a great start to a song it's kind of like the rest is easy.

He'd been the company's president from 1974 to 1976, when he was fired due to his abrasive management style.

He'd recount them back in order, " forgetting " one of them around the 50th word only to suddenly remember the word when he was almost finished his act.

He'd started a fire and put coffee on, and now was busy at the work board of his chuck wagon.

He'd put on his old brown corduroy coat and it was already soaked.

He'd shoot at anything if it was the rear end of a horse or his own sentry.

He'd have to think, but the main thing, the imperative necessity, was to leave before Sam Bentley was up and about, and before Millie detained him with sympathy.

He'd spearheaded the Ace line, he was the originating editor-in-chief of the Avon paperback list in 1945, and I think he was hurt and took it personally.

He'd been sent by Pittsburgh's GM Branch Rickey to evaluate Clemente's teammate Joe Black, a pitcher Rickey himself had originally signed for the Dodgers and was now thinking of reacquiring for Pittsburgh.

He'd shoot from wingovers, zooms, and barrel rolls, and after a few passes the sleeve was ribbons.

Tim Finnegan lived in Walken streetA gentleman Irish, mighty oddHe had a brogue both rich and sweetAnd to rise in the world he carried a hodYou see he'd a sort of a tipplin ' wayWith a love for the liquor he was bornAnd to send him on his way each day, He'd a drop of the craythur every morn '

He'd consult the daily directory in the lobby and find a party — usually a Bar Mitzvah reception — and he would go up to the room and ask to speak to whoever was paying for the affair.

He'd gotten into the oscillating resonances idea because he'd seen that any one type of molecule has differing absorptions at differing radiant frequencies and he was entirely persuaded that the only difference between one frequency and another is the frequency.

" He'd come and see where I was working, and he might say, ' Very nice, very nice.

Comparing Richards to Lemon, Bannister said, " He'd post the lineups 10 minutes before the game, and only then we'd find out who was playing and where.

He'd become friends with him by letting him think Tommy was gone on his behalf.

Featured on the cover of the January 1981 issue of Contemporary Keyboard magazine ( a story that was reprinted in Contemporary Keyboards book on the greatest rock keyboardists ), DeYoung described many of his steps along the way through his keyboard-playing career: He'd never played an acoustic piano until the recording session for 1972's " Lady "; he recorded the track for 1979's " Babe " in a friend's basement on a Rhodes electric piano he'd never touched before ; the odd feeling of switching back to playing accordion for the song " Boat On The River " and discovering how small the keys felt to his fingers after years of playing electric organs and pianos.

He'd end up doing all of that and I was the one that got squeezed out ; I was doing almost nothing.

He'd grab a guy's tie and slam his chin into the table before the guy knew he was in a war.

He'd become a celebrity and was more interested in talking to Dag Hammarskjold and Adlai Stevenson.

He'd had no idea how unhappy his sweet peach had been.

He'd rather stand out than fit in ; and Dion has no time for anyone who doesn't " get " that.

"</ ref > He'd also seen in several kinds of experiments that no matter whether a gas is a weak absorber of broad-spectrum radiant heat, it will strongly absorb the radiant heat coming from a separate body of the same type of gas.

He'd been in an angry mood: Conchita had thought his face almost ugly with the anger in him.

He'd told Hank Maguire and Luis Hernandez about his wife's refusal to come with him and about what he now intended to do.

He'd mentioned it, himself, at church and everybody seemed to have the idea that Tolley had left because Jenny had jilted him for Roy Robards.

He'd heard of a " kidnapping " from Montfermeil, remembered Valjean's request of three days, and had also heard of a man poorly dressed who gave money to other poor people, the " beggar who gives alms ", who had a granddaughter with him, who ( so rumors said ) said that she came from Montfermeil.

He'd come give a talk at Christmas and they'd give him $ 10, 000.

He'd have to do something before we could consider him bad at it.

He'd had an unhappy childhood that warped him a little and gave him a sour outlook on life.

He'd take those skeleton outlines I had given him and turn them into classic little works of art that ended up being far cooler than I had any right to expect.

He'd also rather not face them or Gustavus again in battle, and in particular not the American rifles which tore up his jaw and put him in declining health since he could not ingest solids.

He'd be handsomer than he is if he had better manners but life and his enemies have left him looking a little beat up, and I suppose having seen his mother ( back about 1840 ) trying to take a bath in a wooden washtub without fully undressing left his soul a little warped.

He'd like to have Aika to go out with him, but she refuses.

He'd been drinking heavily and wound up crashing his car, leaving him mortally wounded.

He'd be like the everyman who's affected by the dramatic personalities around him.