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Carpenter was found dead in her dorm room April 30 several hours after attending a birthday party in her dorm, Random Hall...

Author: By Garrett M. Graff, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: MIT Death Ruled Suicide | 6/29/2001 | See Source »

...were shooting hoops in the fading light, and Sobero, in khaki shorts and a T shirt, was out in the driveway, slinging a yellow backpack into his Toyota pickup. Fanny thought her husband was heading up to Lake Havasu in Arizona to do some fishing and celebrate his 40th birthday, but she wasn't sure. She and Sobero didn't speak to each other much, unless it was about their impending divorce...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Regrettable Detour | 6/25/2001 | See Source »

...sidles up a narrow aisle between tables. He is smaller, more gnomish, but still recognizably the wizard of Waukesha, the garage mechanic's son who revolutionized the way music was played and recorded. And since he turned 86 just two days before, and is looking forward to celebrating his birthday with some famous friends, Paul has a special glow. He sits on a stool surrounded by a few admiring musicians and starts playing 'Over the Rainbow' on one of his famous guitars...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: That Old Feeling: Les Is More | 6/22/2001 | See Source »

...kept playing and chatting for hours that night. Around four in the morning he called his pal Joey Reynolds, the all-night radio host, to say that Billy Joel and the James Brown horn section had showed up at his birthday party. He was just kidding, or wishing. But who needed them when two legends were filling that tiny stage? A living legend, Les Paul, and the precious memory of his partner. He closed the first set that night with the plaintive ballad 'Just One More Chance.' He was playing it, he said, 'in remembrance of my partner Mary...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: That Old Feeling: Les Is More | 6/22/2001 | See Source »

...news of American Greetings' decline might have upset me, because once upon a time I gave a whole lot of greeting cards. In fact, I nearly single-handedly kept my local card shop in business. In anticipation of a major national holiday (like Columbus Day) or especially important birthday (my dog's, for example), I would troll the aisles for the perfect message, driving the salespeople to distraction by handling, opening and reading card after card. I always avoided those horrible schmaltzy cards with photos of overfed children or sunsets on the front and mind-numbingly bad epic poetry inside...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Decline of the Greeting Card: We Care Enough to Send Their Very Worst | 6/20/2001 | See Source »

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