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...southward push became so urgent over Washington's Birthday weekend that even Bermuda, where the season usually begins at Easter, was overbooked, despite chilly temperatures. The crowds overflowed from the more popular islands like Jamaica and Barbados outward to lesser-knowns: Martinique, St. Maarten, St. Lucia and Grenada are all filled to the gunwales. In Mexico, Acapulco is jammed and, in Puerto Vallarta, beach space is hard to come by. The big boom, which began before Christmas, reached its peak in mid-January and has stayed there ever since...
...dress is almost as colorful as the sunsets. An Indian girl in a scarlet sari strolls with a Chinese girl in sneakers and blue jeans. Caucasian girls in muumuus and poi pounders (an above-knee muumuu with long, tight pants) vie for attention with others in Polynesian prints and Bermuda shorts. The motto on the university gates is fitting: "Above all nations is humanity...
Shapiro and Sullivan tell the story of the "sleek, middle-aged man in Bermuda shorts" who told them, "These are not the real people of Harlem. These are not the people who make Harlem great. Tell your readers there is a good element in Harlem." A few minutes later they saw the same man "his bare knees pumping and his fists waving in the air as he screamed, 'Kill the mother--whiteys...
...trust for his wife and children, Mott still owns 101,722 shares left over from the sale of his wheel-and-axle company to G.M. in 1906. He never misses a G.M. monthly board meeting, although he often has to fly to Manhattan from his winter estate in Bermuda. He also keeps an active hand in the management of the other properties that he vested in the Mott Foundation, notably half a dozen water utilities and four Michigan department stores. "I prefer to be known by what I do, not by what I have," says Mott, smiling through a white...
...Cheever writes of a subtler terror: that of citizens richly and pointlessly rewarded by an equally faceless society. Unsupported by arrogance of family or formal rank, equipped with no irreplaceable skill, the well-to-do suburbanite wonders vaguely and passionately why he deserves the country clubs, the trips to Bermuda and the swimming pools. More sharply, he wonders how long it will last. Will the money stop? Will the unpredictable demons of alimony or Internal Revenue turn treacherous? The sickness unto death is not the artisan's fear that his arm will go lame; the suburbanite arm could...