Word: brooklyn
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Salvatore Mazzola, 36, the construction worker, was homesick. For the past two months, he had lived with an uncle who owned a pizzeria in Brooklyn. Laid off in March, he had disliked being idle back in Palermo, Sicily, but now he had had enough of America. He missed his wife Angela, 26, and their sons Giuseppe, 7, and Giorgio, 19 months. On Wednesday morning, he called Angela to ask for Giuseppe's shoe size and to tell her to expect him soon. He couldn't get on a direct flight to Italy, however...
...teenager," he once wrote. "Not only had he never profited from the sweat of any black man's brow, I don't think he had ever seen a black man." The only child of an Italian-immigrant father who became a professor of Romance languages at Brooklyn College and of an Italian-American mother who taught public school, Scalia remains determinedly anti-elitist--he dines in a downtown pizza joint and keeps his name listed in the phone book. He can be a forceful advocate for those working-class white males he described in one gender-based case as affirmative...
Actually, she's Aileen Riggin Soule nowadays. But in 1920 Miss Riggin was the 14-year-old gold-medal winner in women's springboard diving at the Olympics in Antwerp. "At the time, I was just an eighth-grader from Brooklyn Heights competing for the Women's Swimming Association of New York," says Mrs. Soule, who now lives in Honolulu, where she still swims for the--brace yourself--Humuhumunukunukuapuaa Swim Club. "When Helen Wainwright, who was also 14, and I made the Olympic team that summer, U.S. officials tried to have us disqualified for being too young. But the manager...
...fans of the Brooklyn Dodgers might say, this was next year...
Poetry is autobiography for some writers, transposed memories of voyages both interior and across time's span. Think of Wordsworth, seemingly cursed with total recall, or Whitman with his barbaric yawps about Brooklyn and the Union dead. Or consider Virginia Hamilton Adair, whose Ants on the Melon (Random House; 158 pages; $21) may prove to be the year's finest volume of verse...