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...gets hassled, if the guy starts calling him names or whatever it is, he takes the guy's license, puts it in his mouth and starts chewing . . . The guy would go to court and scream at the judge, 'This cop stopped me, took my driver's license and ate it!' No one would believe that...
...Indeed, some coastal towns have been whaling for centuries. Yet few Japanese ate whale prior to the lean postwar years, before General Douglas MacArthur encouraged it as a cheap, abundant source of protein. Japan took to it with gusto, and that meant boom times for fishing ports like Ayukawa, where boats brought back as many as 600 whales a year. "In so many ways?food, culture, tourism?everything was based on whaling," says 67-year-old Yusa, whose family has been in whaling for two generations. That prosperity died when commercial whaling was banned by the IWC in 1986. Japan...
...brick,” she says. But after overcoming their initial shock, the parents were supportive and on Aug. 30, 2004, the couple married in a civil ceremony at the town courthouse in Cranford, N.J. (The courtroom doubled as a petty crime court; a man awaiting a fine ate a Snickers bar through the ceremony...
...date’ in 2002, Ms. Brophy and Mr. Warren met in a Quad dining hall. “It was absolutely horrid,” says Ms. Brophy. Mr. Warren became hungry and ate before she arrived. “I had to eat alone, and he just watched me, and asked me questions, and I couldn’t think of anything to say,” she says. The meeting was so awkward that Ms. Brophy hopped on the shuttle to head back to Quincy House and the two didn’t speak for six months...
...ate, his father would nag Nabokov about his lack of progress on his first professional translation. “A long-suffering, occasionally snow-sprinkled copy of the Russian book sometimes lay for days on the seat of my permanently topless MG-TC,” Nabokov writes, referring to his classic roadster. “Father, when he happened upon the car parked on a nearby street, would meticulously record the page to which the book was opened, and confront me in the evening with my lamentable lack of progress...