Patrick Sauer

Mary Bacon lived a life nobody could imagine, nor would they want to. Truly tragically one-of-a-kind.

In the 1970s, Peanuts went full-court into the tennis boom. Remember Molly Volley? Her former partner Snoopy does...

There’s a bumper crop of books about the ‘69 Mets. I read all the ones I could get my hands on...

Admit it, you love Goldfish crackers. Everyone loves Goldfish crackers.

In October 1981, Judge Thomas Johnson made an announcement. After deliberation, he had accepted a fact into judicial notice—a legal term for a fact accepted in a court as true without the need to produce evidence. The Holocaust, said Johnson, was an indisputable fact...

Forty years ago, a spaceship touched down in New York City. As the roof to the extraterrestrial pod rose up, a group of men known as the Electric Light Orchestra ascended in the smoke...

Went back to the Bronx with Chris Hayes to eat eggs and talk policing.

More than 58,000 United States soldiers died in the Vietnam War, but in the world of letters, the death of a single American civilian came to represent the entire jungle quagmire.

Nearly twenty years ago, on what was already a nerve-racking first day of school, parents of kindergartners attending P.S. 163, a dual-language English-Spanish elementary school on West 97th Street, found a classroom full of glaring safety issues...

I have a pet “Frank Oz Theory” I’d like to share. If you’ll indulge me, it goes like this: More people on Earth have borne witness to Frank Oz’s characters, be it puppet or person, than any other artist in recorded human history.

The former Duke star, and newly-minted Hall-of-Famer, talked about famous dunks, why everyone hates Duke, and what it's like boozing with Bill Raftery.

Normally, making any list is good for the writerly ego, but this story however, has reached the popularity pinnacle on more than one occasion and I’d just as soon never see it again.

It was time for the second act on the second day of a 1969 music festival in upstate New York, but the band, Santana, was having trouble getting it together. So the M.C. asked a performer hanging around backstage to go out and kill a little time...

It was late fall in Buenos Aires and Ricardo Klement was an ordinary man living an ordinary life.

An incredible story of heroism in the face of horror.