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NONE OF THE PIECES are without merit. Even the weakest essay, a biographical essay of Johnny Appleseed cozily entitled "The Mushpan Man," though a sort of Readers Digest version of the weird ascetic's life, has its strengths. Most notably, it recalls to mind a forgotten geography of places with names like Chillicothe and Bucyrus and rivers with names like Broken Straw Creek, the Kokosing and White Woman's Creek. It is a geography far afield from our familiar one of ambition--of graduate degrees, mammoth corporations, fat salaries, and prestigious universities--and one well worth remembering...
...Park their preferred view is from Section 22, behind home plate. In this Florida jewel box (capacity: 3,800), the Old Boys have developed private territories, holding court in fixed locations where their friends can seek them out, or their enemies-the genial shufflers with a copy of Baseball Digest under one arm and a fiendish trivia question up their sleeve. Eddie Fegan, waggling his cane with the stylishness of Jimmy Cagney, presides over the front row behind third base. Bob Caterino, wearing his jacket with the legend SOMERVILLE BOXING CLUB across the chest, perches on a green utility...
Sally Pennington Maine Antique Digest Waldoboro...
...left-wing activists, among them Singer Pete Seeger and Novelist E.L. Doctorow-because of its haughty reluctance to be associated with its "enemies" on the right, who were considered to be simplistic Red baiters. Said she: "Imagine, if you will, someone who read only the Reader's Digest between 1950 and 1970, and someone who read only the Nation or the New Statesman. Which reader would have been better informed about the realities of Communism? The answer, I think, should give us pause. Could it be that our enemies were right...
...Dave [Harvard squash coach Dave fish] looked at me," Robie remembers, "changed my swing, and taught me what seemed like a million new things about squash After throwing the kitchen sink at me, he let me digest it, and four years later I'm playing great squash...