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...have dreamed of three years ago, shut indoors by a repressive regime that barred women from walking the streets unless accompanied by a male relative - forget about permitting them to run competitively. Muqimyar struggles to stifle her laughter - her coach, whose own head scarf is firmly knotted under her chin, shoots her disapproving looks - but she is still giddy from her second international race in an eight-month career as an athlete. Muqimyar's best time, nearly four seconds slower than U.S. star Marion Jones' 10.75 at the Sydney Olympics, won't win her country any medals at Athens...
Other finalists included Simon E. Chin ’05, Roxanna K. Myhrum ’05, T. Josiah M. Pertz ’04, Joseph L. DiMento ’05 and Frederick K. O. Bengtsson...
...past 20 years, other Big Apple bosses have courted celebrity. Gambino-family boss John (the Dapper Don) Gotti would saunter in his $2,000 suits, bantering with TV reporters; Genovese family boss Vincent (Chin) Gigante, feigning dementia, would wander through Greenwich Village in his bathrobe and slippers. The American public, fed on spicy tales of colorful men who rose from poverty to power and used violence to defend their honor, demanded star quality in its bad guys. Gotti and Gigante provided it. The suspicion is that both men bought dangerously into the Mafia movie myth. They wanted...
...foil concealed recording devices, Massino went so far as to order his men never to utter his name during a conversation and instead to touch one of their ears to indicate Big Joey. It was a bit of theater he borrowed from Gigante, whose cronies used to tap their chin to signify their boss. The Bonannos' Old-World code of discipline was such that until recently not a single "made guy" (ranking gang member) had ever cooperated with law enforcers. As the other bosses bunked down in prison, that helped the Bonannos become, in the words...
...daughter of St. Peter's parish in Dorchester, Mass., delivers such a wicked funny impression of the deep patrician voice that was on the other end of the line when she picked up the phone at home one Friday night last November. "Mary Beth," she says, tucking her chin, locking her jaw and dropping a register or two, "this is John Kerry." Mary Beth Cahill knew why he was calling. The presidential candidate whom everyone had once anointed the Democratic front runner was careering toward oblivion. Kerry was about to fire his campaign manager and wanted Senator Edward Kennedy...