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...asked for suggestions about what I should do during my semester in Moscow. Rather than giving me the usual guidebook trash about the Kremlin and the Tretyakov Gallery, he instead told me, in the imperative tone of a Russian speaking English, "You will go to the Hungry Duck Bar, you will drink and meet girls, you will dance on the bar, you will have a good time...
This lawyer was not the only person I met in America who knew about this strange watering hole. College kids, desperate middle-aged men, and The New York Times all practically commanded me to check out the Duck. "That's where I would have spent all my time if I hadn't been engaged," Keith Gessen '98 told me of his time in Moscow...
About three months later, I found myself in the thick of Ladies' Night at the Hungry Duck. In theory, I should not have seen this part of the evening--Ladies' Night means that women get in and drink free until 9 p.m. while men are not even allowed in the bar. At nine, the bar opens its doors to a limited number of salivating males. As patron Eliot Hodge `02 explains, "Ladies' night at the Duck is basically a form of free prostitution...
...Clinton won in 1996. But because his campaign largely focused on small ideas like V-chips and school uniforms, once re-elected, he lacked direction. Further, he seemed increasingly listless--more interested in his golf game than governing. This posed a huge problem for congressional Democrats. As a lame duck, Clinton could afford to coast through the next four year on automatic pilot. They couldn't. Democrats in Congress had become so reliant on Clinton that without his direction they risked heading into the '98 election empty-handed and empty-headed. The Democrats had gotten into bed with Clinton (metaphorically...
Some scenes reverberated in the memories of those who had been attacked. White motorists could only jam down their accelerators, duck their heads and try to speed away from the fusillade of bricks, bottles and bullets. "There's one, that's a white one!" a black screamed as a yellow Toyota passed an intersection. The driver spun his wheels frantically in an oil slick before escaping the approaching mob. Recalled white Motorist Jim Davis: "The police had put up a roadblock. I couldn't get around it. I went into a U-turn, but my car stalled and they came...