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...said it. You're wrong. Starting Tuesday, November 1, under the aegis of "Music Under Boston," musicians and singers will perform in the Harvard Square, Park Street and Government Center stations from 7 a.m. to 10 a.m., and again from 4 p.m. to 7 p.m. Peter Bentley will play guitar and harmonica next Tuesday morning in the Harvard Square station; Fred Peterson will play violin in the afternoon. Janet Grice plays basoon Wednesday morning; Mark Parsons plays guitar Wednesday afternoon. For the rest of the November schedule, or if you want to perform in December, contact Vicki Gordon of ArtiCulture...
Sure, they were seniors. Sure, the mid-winter grind of producing a thesis they had lost faith in demanded some respite. Sure, the post-thesis partum depression also required therapy. But Kojak? It made sense, convoluted sense, to Long John. It was his (and Bentley's, as well, he suspected) life-line. Everyone needed one that spring. One friend, Mac the Knife, occupied his evenings setting endurance records at local bars, jumping over parking meters and scheming up wild fiscal take-overs of global publishing companies. (The consensus was that Mac had gone crazy.) Or take Harpo: his spring...
Long John was almost afraid to ask Bentley what he thought of the show. Bentley, a liberal Democrat with the tastes of the Brattle Street chic, was bound for the Law School after a year off. (That, in itself, surprised Long John. He had begun to think only young Marxists wanted to go to law school. To burrow from within, or so they said.) Bentley was a quarterback, a winner. He had composed a magna thesis in two weeks working with very little research and a very shaky theoretical knowledge. Bentley was against nuclear power and for gun control...
...Crocker," Kojak would say, musing over the body of a just dispatched crook, "...don't worry. It happens." For Long John and Bentley, facing generals and then orals, facing the real prospect of unemployment in June, that was transcendent wisdom. It happens. No use worrying. The simple serene Greek wisdom of Theo Kojak. There was another side also appealing, to Kojak: he was a tough, single-minded avenger of slights, insults and crimes. On the trail of a double-crossing jewel thief or of a big-time narcotics gang, he'd snap orders to Crocker and Stavros, ignore the warnings...
...they had reason to spend those warm evenings in front of the set. Bentley summed it up: "Kojak is something to believe in when the rest of the world has gone crazy." Long John wasn't so sure he believed in Bentley's theory; he was suspicious of anyone assigning grand motives to him--whether commencement speakers or his parents. But it was as good a theory as the next. And Kojak was a cheap and convenient life-line. Besides, he didn't have the liver for non-stop drinking and his backhand had always been suspect...