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...build a new pedestrian bridge across the Charles, Massachusetts Secretary of State William F. Galvin was quoted in The Boston Globe as making the nonsensical, inflammatory remark, “The University is treating the river like some moat that they own.” Only a politician with deep-seated animosity towards our fair University would openly deride such an ingenious plan to beautify Boston at no taxpayer expense. It should come as little surprise that Galvin sports a thick Boston accent...
...most every night. Usually about five or six patients arrive in Shuwetij's emergency room every evening. Most have gunshot wounds. Others have burns and lacerations from explosions. Shuwetij rarely asks what happened, in any case. "Most of the patients are exhausted when they come in," says Shuwetij, whose deep brown eyes sag heavily as he describes his days and nights at work as a trauma surgeon. "We try not to talk to them too much...
...center packed his bags for the final time, the Crimson continued its search for a consistent interior presence on Friday night in a 70-66 loss to Brown at the Pizzatola Sports Center. Harvard’s frontcourt rotation—which now runs only four deep thanks to Cusworth’s absence and the heart ailment that will shelve sophomore forward Kenyon Churchwell for the rest of the season—combined for only 14 points on 5-of-13 shooting and committed 11 fouls. Although the big men put together one of their stronger rebounding performances...
...time before (or even during) the war. Still, memory and nostalgia are two of Ward’s signature tropes, and, if the longer “Post-War” is any proof, he has no intention of forgetting the sepia-tinged daguerreotypes he now stashes somewhere deep in his closet. Beneath the drums and the yelps, Ward is still a campfire storyteller of sorts. Let’s just hope he doesn’t forget it. —Reviewer Henry M. Cowles can be reached at hmcowles@fas.harvard.edu...
...some 850 Brazilians professionally chasing football outside their homeland. These days his friends play for clubs in places like Azerbaijan, Armenia and Vietnam. "How was it today?" I ask as Gaucho steps out of the dressing room in a white turtleneck and a brown winter coat. He rolls his deep brown eyes. Then, his handsomely chiseled features warm up in disarming laughter. "I try. I give all myself. But I can't," he says, alluding to the ordeal of European winter. "I must do it. I am a professional. But I hate it." He has worn three layers of clothing...