When the “bad break” ended his career — and soon his life — he stepped up to the plate and showed true class. (As seen in “The Pride of the Yankees.”)

Everyone knows Rosa and Martin, but there would have been no deep Civil Rights Movement without Ella.

Swimming the Panama Canal, flying to Timbuktu, crossing the Alps on an elephant, Richard Halliburton enthralled a housebound America.

Male reporters wrote about troops and body counts but “Frankie” FitzGerald saw two clashing cultures and a tragedy unfolding.

2,200 miles from Georgia to Maine, the A.T. is a culture on foot, with its own “trail magic.”

Coast-to-coast? Done that. So Matt Green set out to walk New York. Every borough. Every street. Every pier and park. Eight years and 8,000 miles later. . . (As seen in “The World Beneath My Feet.”)

For two years, America’s poet laureate reached out to the nation. The nation reached back.

At the end of the Freud-filled 1920s, James Thurber and E.B. White launched their careers with a silly question and a spoof.

“I have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life who understood the art of Walking.” — Thoreau

GALLUP, NEW MEXICO — Face-to-face with honor and a Navajo tradition of silence.

Walking, American style, is often a coast-to-coast journey. But it isn’t about the feet.

When Will Durant asked the wise about “the meaning of life,” he got the usual answers. Then he asked a prisoner.

From a rooftop vision to a counterculture bible, Stewart Brand sowed the seeds of several revolutions.

You may think football a grim sport, but meet Alex Karras, "a clown with a fine sense of timing." And, BTW, Hitler's husband.

No verse was too light, no rhyme was too impossible for Ogden Nash.

“Network" did not predict populist anger -- it foresaw a network using anger to boost ratings. Sound familiar?