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...horse-shoe-shaped counter, color t.v. competing with the jukebox in the corner, indoor-outdoor carpet on the floor. A beer cost $2.25. Men in lime-green leisure suits and white patent leather loafers whose porcine faces bulged behind drugstore sunglasses, nodded at us and cackled in a far booth. We took our beers to the cool, shaded back...
...Mercedes limousine glided to a halt at the Italian customs booth in Ventimiglia on the French frontier. The uniformed chauffeur airily pronounced the ritual phrase "Niente da dichiarare" (Nothing to declare). The passenger in the back seat was Carlo Aloisi, 60, one of Italy's leading bankers and businessmen. Normally, the driver would have been taken at his word and waved on. This time, though, the customs guard made a rare, fortuitous spot check. Digging deep into Aloisi's elegant black briefcase, the guard discovered contraband promissory notes and commercial paper valued at $3.1 million. Under the provisions...
Hughes plainly saw Maheu as his alter-ego. Maheu was the magic telephone booth into which Hughes could limp and then spring forth as the long-vanished SuperHughes. He could stride out into the world in the form of Maheu, deal with Presidents, governors, bankers, and Mafia chieftains, whisk himself where he wished in an executive jet, throw big parties without a thought of all the germs the guests harbored...
Last year, my father drove to New Haven and met me there for the game. He confessed at the start that because of his father, and his childhood memories of attending Yale games in the Bowl (I think the last he remembers featured Albie Booth running wild against a horde of West Point plebes), that he would root for Yale. Chance, or luck, however, placed a particulalry vitriolic Yale fan behind us who insisted on labeling every member of the Harvard squad as a bum, without discriminating between one player or the next. Harvard misfortune produced more glee. My father...
...polling place. Although many may not realize it, it was for them that great forces moved in the campaign. The candidates, the workers, the staff, the reporters--all devoted themselves in an insane ordeal spanning months for the sake of fifteen minutes of time in a curtained booth. After the intensity of commitment to that ordeal by the candidates and their followers, perhaps the voters should have suspected, more than they did, that something important was at stake...