Tuesday, September 11, 2001, dawned temperate and nearly cloudless in the eastern United States.
I don't want it good. I want it Tuesday.
I'm up in the Senate most Tuesdays when they're in session.
There isn't a Monday that would not cede its place to Tuesday.
Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.
We're Tuesday people.
On a sunny Tuesday - for it seems so many awful things happen on a Tuesday - six astronauts and one schoolteacher attempted to pierce the sky. Instead they touched the stars.
Addiction - When you can give up something any time, as long as it's next Tuesday.
