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Clifton signaled the Marlin back and handed Kennedy the terse message. "You all go ahead," J.F.K. told his family. "I won't be out." He climbed into a golf cart with Clifton and in silence rode to his house. "Why in hell didn't we know about it?" he blurted, not expecting an answer. "What can we do?" he asked, turning to Clifton. "What can the military do?" Clifton told him that out of some 40 contingency plans for Berlin, he could not recall a single one dealing with a wall being built between the Soviet and Allied sectors...
...interest is low, it's certainly not because the issue isn't pervasive. Just now, a familiar figure with a shredded overcoat and shopping cart brimming with empty soda cans has stopped outside my dorm window, inspecting his inventory, maybe worrying about the onset of frigid nights. The march is for him, and for his family...
...street sultana taking her ease beneath the lavender awning of Bally's Park Place Casino Hotel, a giant grape Popsicle of a building at the midpoint of the world's most famous boardwalk. By her right side is a pair of stuffed raccoons; by her left, an airport luggage cart that holds her worldly possessions. Frank Sinatra croons to her from inside a boom box, and she accompanies him from time to time on a kazoo. "I like it here," she says. "It's better than Philadelphia, that's for sure. You can't make no money there...
...serious State Department espionage scandal since the Alger Hiss affair. But perhaps Bloch's preoccupation with the media is understandable: he carried with him a color photo of a woman knocked to the ground in a supermarket by a burly TV cameraman who had been tracking Bloch's grocery cart. "That's the way it is nowadays," he said, sighing...
...remember walking with my sister next to a horse-drawn cart. High up on the hay my grandfather was lying on a linen sheet. He was paralyzed. When the air raid started, the whole patiently marching crowd was suddenly filled with panic. People sought safety in ditches, in bushes, in the potato fields. On the now empty road there was only the cart on which my grandfather was lying. He could see the planes coming at him, how suddenly they dived down. When the planes disappeared, we returned to the cart and my mother wiped the sweat off Grandfather...