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...firm in the U.S. (his wife was once head of Bank of America in Florida), and launched his long-shot bid for Governor. McBride dresses like Columbo and campaigns like the late Governor Lawton Chiles, a Democrat who appealed to Republicans by walking the state and calling himself a cracker...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Kid Brother Gets in Trouble | 10/28/2002 | See Source »

...swimming within the frames of a pair of eyeglasses. I climb down to the bank for a better look and the fish crowd greedily around me, nudging their large snouts out of the water. "Feed them," a long-haired, young woman says to me, passing me a fistful of cracker crumbs. "It's good luck...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Where Japan Chooses to Kick Back | 7/22/2002 | See Source »

...will include toothpicks. While I am chopping, I take my first bite of hardtack, the unspoilable bread substance the corps took with them. It's whole wheat flour, salt, water and a drop of butter, baked very crisp. And it's delicious, like a health-food-store wheat cracker. It would go great with goat cheese or pate. This last comment doesn't endear me to my new friends...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Have You Ever Tried Ashcakes? | 7/8/2002 | See Source »

...ways blacks do, it falls flat because it lacks authenticity. So, instead of copycatting black slang, it would make more sense for white would-be hipsters to demonstrate a little originality by calling themselves slurs that blacks have used to demean white people, such as cracker, honky or ofay. They could even give the epithets a positive spin through creative misspelling, referring to their all-white circle of friends as "my honkeez," "my crackuhs" or "my ofaze." I can already hear some folks moaning "Negro, please," as they read this, but it's no more absurd than using...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Dealing With The N word | 1/21/2002 | See Source »

...were in an art gallery that was celebrating the opening of a show of floral prints. Drinking as discreetly as possible in a relatively empty room, she rapidly refilled her cup. I do not believe that anyone else observed her in the act. Instead of picking up my cracker, I walked around the table as if I had intended to look at the prints near the window...

Author: By Robert J. Saranchak, | Title: Art and Alcohol | 5/18/2001 | See Source »

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