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...passenger seat, talked excitedly about having his new suit tailored for his upcoming wedding. That's when 82nd Airborne paratroopers, crouched in an observation post across the street, opened fire--after rounds struck their position, they say. Three of the brothers ran to the safety of a creek bed, but Hussein didn't make it. In the car, said Karam, the soldiers found Hussein--gurgling blood through his throat--but no weapons. Hussein died on the way to the hospital--three days before his wedding...
...proposal cites a 2001 council survey which showed that 86 percent of students usually go to bed after 2 a.m. on weekends, and that 91 percent of students supported extending party hours to 2 a.m. It also noted that most of Harvard’s peer institutions, including Brown, Columbia and Yale, allow parties until...
This brightly-decorated, cozily-romantic café has been tucked away off Newbury Street for 12 years. According to owner Moshe Sander, local students and visiting tourists flock to his handmade tables for platters of falafel, shawarma and kebabs. Served on a bed of creamy baba ganoush, tahini and slightly salty hummus drizzled with olive oil and paprika, Sander’s falafel is crunchy and crispy on the outside, with a heavy, crumbly inner texture. Accented by onions and green peppers, the mixed chicken and lamb kebabs arrive sizzling at the table, while the chicken and lamb shawarma selections...
There are certain circumstances which are instantly familiar to any college kid: those infuriating red digits say you’ve slept through your morning lecture (again) and you feel too tired (or maybe too guilty) to even get out of bed to check your e-mail. Or, you’re riding in the cramped backseat of your friend’s car on a weekend road trip and have a sudden urge to read The Crimson—except your roommate snagged the one in your door-basket because he or she actually gets up in the morning...
Someone in the kitchen must have a good sense of humor, though I’m still not quite sure if I was being laughed with or at. Points go out for presentation. My order of fresh rabbit sausage comes on a bed of shredded carrots: the bunny arrives displayed on its own favorite food. The joke, intentional or not, is soon forgotten for the flavor of the dish. The warm and mild white sausage is shelled in salty crisp pistachio crust, and perks up with the tartness of scattered cranberries...