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...blocked-off corner of the restaurant, there were air kisses and sophisticated-sounding greetings. Everyone was really well-dressed, except maybe Andrew D. “Tad” Warshall, who looked sportingly non-conformist with a tuxedo jacket, open shirt and scraggly head of hair topped with baseball cap. People drifted in, sat down, sipped water and made conversation while we all waited for dinner to start...
Warshall deftly slides into one of the Science Center cubicles sporting a full, bushy beard and a well-worn Phillips Andover cap. He fidgets in his chair, intensely concentrating on the desk’s surface as he formulates his responses. He muses upon his dichotomous role as math concentrator and Jew, navigating between the Science Center and Hillel. “Both groups think I belong to the other group,” he explains while anxiously fingering his Andover ring. “But it’s good for no one to say they...
Future Love Life: “Are you a Yankees fan?” I shook my head. Red Sox all the way, Astros too. Can’t forget Astros and my hometown. H-town is definitely in the house. “I see a Yankees cap. You may marry a Yankees fan or become one,” she said. I bristled as she launched into my future love life. “You’re going to have a rude awakening soon” she said. “Money and work - you?...
...extolling congratulations hung from homes and buildings. Yasuhiko Teraza, 67, and Teruhiko Itoh, 69, both hightailed it here from across town when they heard about the birth on the TV news. "I think it's great that it's a girl," says Teraza, pulling at his gray felt baseball cap. "They've got female royalty in England. Why can't we?" Itoh nodded. "It's not like it would be something new," he says. Indeed, there were eight Empresses before Akihito, the 125th monarch in a line that mythologically, anyway, descends from the sun goddess Amaterasu, the supreme deity...
...bearded American in a Harley-Davidson cap and mirrored sunglasses raised Dave on the radio. "Shit...shit...O.K....Shit...O.K. Hold on, buddy, we're coming to get you," he said. Then, cutting the radio, he turned to his commander: "Mike is MIA. They've taken his gun and his ammo. We have another guy. He managed to kill two of them with his pistol, but he's holed up in the north side with no ammo." As a hurried discussion of tactics began, Harley-Davidson went back to his radio. Then he cut in: "Shit. Let's stop...