Word: cigars
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...Cigar in hand, Jurgen Schrempp last spring was maintaining what had become a ritual on his regular visits to New York City--holding court at the St. Regis Hotel's King Cole Bar with a cluster of DaimlerChrysler's top executives. When an old business acquaintance wandered over to wish him well, Schrempp responded expansively with introductions to "my management board." The acquaintance shook all hands and then said with a chuckle, "But Jurgen, where are the Americans...
...Leonhard Prinz were convinced that the Beatles were a passing fad, he wrote the liner notes to their 1964 U.K. album "Beatles For Sale" and actually referred to the year 2000, an impossibly futuristic date to envisage in the mid-'60s. Taylor speculated about a "radio-active cigar-smoking child picnicking on Saturn" asking us to explain the Beatles. Taylor recommended playing them the album. And he explained why: "The kids of A.D. 2000 will draw from the music much the same sense of well being and warmth as we do today. For the magic of the Beatles...
...Bill Clinton should run for Senate from Hawaii. He'd get reelected over and over. He'd be running around with a cigar and a lei around his neck and a Hawaiian shirt," Greenberg said. "It just seems like such a wonderful image...
...humiliating for the former cigar-store Indian. Gore told the convention, "I stand here as my own man." He turned himself into an explosion of manic animation--pinwheeling and high-fiving across the American landscape, caring and sharing like nobody's business, the alpha male of millennial dream, his face a kaleidoscope of exuberance. And it hasn't worked. After all that profligate expenditure of self, he remains locked in a too-close-to-call race against a nice enough fellow from Texas and Yale whose mind, even in the midst of a presidential debate, seems to behave like...
Nick, who tends bar at Gallagher's, a New York City joint where ghosts linger like cigar smoke, has been pouring booze in this town for a good long while. "Let's say I'm 75," he lies. "I was born at 29th Street and First Avenue, and my first job in a bar was at the Queens Terrace. I would say I worked 30 bars. I worked up and down Second Avenue. I was the first bartender in the London Room at Idlewild [now Kennedy] Airport. I worked the Gaslight Club at 56th and Lex." Nick has ministered...