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...Alright, so I lied. I admit it. But, believe me, you would have done the same in my position. You don't think so? As "The Golden Girls'" Sophia used to say, picture this: suburban New York, July 1998. A lonely girl sits in her house perusing the Princeton alumni directory for her boss. She makes a list, noting the names of the men. The class of 1983 seems to her a microcosm of successful Americans--Vice President of this company, CEO of that firm. That's now. Flashback 15 years though, and they were probably as unexciting...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: POSTCARD FROM NEW ROCHELLE | 8/14/1998 | See Source »

...They did alright for themselves, to say the least...

Author: By Jamal K. Greene, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: The Crimson Sports Staff Doles Out End-of-Year Accolades | 6/4/1998 | See Source »

...change? Perhaps Angela Bassett could mop the floor with him, beat him until people that loved him wouldn't know him. But these are ridiculous statements to make about a movie that's based on something as untrue and trite as good triumphing over evil. That's Grimm alright. This movie is about the world as it should...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Memo to Movieland: `Marshals' Hard to Digest | 3/13/1998 | See Source »

...sitting back home, looking for a job and the lead guitarist is gone, too--a victim of life or fate or maybe just himself. I hear Dylan echoing in my head when I think about that stuff. He's singing "You've gone to the finest schools, alright" but "how does it feel to be on your own/ a complete unknown/ like a rolling stone...

Author: By T.j. Kelleher, | Title: Like a Rolling Stone | 3/5/1998 | See Source »

...going to ignore those paralyzing fears. I still love playing the guitar and singing along, whether it's to blues, folk or some straight-up rock. Besides, I've got this irrational confidence that everything'll be alright. I'm not claiming that everything I touch turns to gold, but I keep pickin', and I keep getting better at it; I figure one of these days, I'll set up shop in the Park Street T-stop and find myself swept along from Boston to the world. Ahh...sounds beautiful. And while people do tend to tell me that...

Author: By T.j. Kelleher, | Title: Like a Rolling Stone | 3/5/1998 | See Source »

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