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Were there in 1964 (or for that matter, have there ever been) FBI men like Anderson, who does not seem to own a black suit or a snap-brim fedora, who talks like a human being instead of a prerecorded announcement and shuffles slyly rather than striding officiously through an investigation? Were there, have there been, agents like his immediate superior Ward (Willem Dafoe), hiding a passionate moral (as opposed to a merely legalistic) commitment to the civil rights movement behind a prim manner and a pair of half horn-rims...
...pity with which the old fedora-wearing baseball writers beheld their fresh replacements always seemed to have to do with missing trains. Seeing the country roll by in thatches of shadows, hearing Babe Ruth call all the redcaps "Stinkweed," were trivial elements of the coverage but critical parts of the experience. Without day baseball and night Pullmans, Red Smith could never have written, "Frisch's homer was the longest in history. Frankie talked about it all the way from St. Louis to Boston...
Joseph Schultz and part of the staff from his Santa Cruz restaurant India Joze brought a stylishly funky note to the surroundings with their futuramic booth and black tank tops, to say nothing of Schultz's battered, Indiana Jones-type fedora. Schultz describes himself as a culinary anthropologist. He has traveled the world gathering recipes and evaluating food customs, most especially in Southeast Asia, the Philippines and Greece. His lacy, crisp, fried calamari tentacles in skordalia, the Greek garlic-and-walnut sauce, sold at a great rate, as did the chili-spiced Thai marinated squid. "I have lots of other...
...morning in Moscow, and a conspicuously important visitor, his face half hidden by a fedora, walks into one of the city's factories. He strides up to a worker and introduces himself: "I'm Mikhail Gorbachev...
...other bona fiders. John's father, who founded the bakery in 1913, came over from Caserta, near Naples ("like Belleville to Newark, a stone's throw"). John now lives in an apartment over the shop. A small man in thick purple-tinted glasses, he sometimes wears a battered fedora, Jimmy Durante-style, and likes to share a lifetime of wisdom, usually prefaced by the phrase "You know what's wrong with this country...