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Mike Leslie, 30, clad in Hawaiian shirt and emerald wraparound shades, hums a Metallica tune as he climbs to a makeshift tee and swings his 3-iron. His ball sails across a steep slope before settling into a patch of daisies. "When I look at these mountains," he says, "I think of only one thing: golf course...
...lake in Ontario, I let my canoe drift on a light breeze down the shoreline of a piney island. A muskie, 4 ft. long, mistook my canoe for a floating log and came to laze in my shadow, his surly, prehistoric head 3 ft. from mine in the emerald water. He rippled his ventrals and pectorals to stabilize his dreamy suspension. I moved only my eyes at first, and then not even those. At length, not thinking, I shifted my arm on the gunwale. The motion roused the fish from its dream. It finned away and vanished into the deeper...
...step. After quick introductions and a handshake, he smiles and gets to the point. "Shall we go?" he asks in slightly accented English. The interview, it seems, will have to wait. He's wearing a metallic gray muscle shirt, navy running shorts, white socks and a pair of emerald Nikes. The thin crescent of a new moon is hanging over the medieval city of Marrakech. Morocco's 36-year-old monarch is ready...
...streets that seemed to merge together. When I visited Harvard during my senior year, I had thought the Yard was the sum of the College, so I was shocked to discover those Georgian acres by the River. The Eliot courtyard was a second shock. The grass was pristine and emerald after a summer of crisp maintenance, and the trees were thick with late summer. I was overcome by the primary colors of Harvard--green grass, red brick, white mortar and trim, blue river through the iron gates. Upperclassmen lay quietly on the lawn talking or reading books, a social world...
Then I went home. I was sorry to leave the Emerald Isle, but also, in truth, eager to catch up on e-mail and the web, newspapers and magazines, television and videos. No matter what Seamus Heaney says, a bog's communication, information and entertainment options leave something to be desired. I was ready for home...