Word: fidler
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Boston University, the story is the same, the wording slightly different. 4-0 with a couple of shaky wins... Reigning national champions... O'Callahan back on the point for another year... Mark Fidler leading the team in scoring... A couple of good looking freshmen on the big club... Three key players to return after Christmas....coach Jackie Parker smoking 11 packs...
...Robbie Fidler, 25, who writes the Manhattan (Kans.) Mercury's What About It? column, recalls a woman who ordered 1,000 African night crawlers from a Texas worm farm. Lost in the mail, came the complaint. "It's interesting to think that nobody would have noticed 1,000 night crawlers loose in the mail," she muses. Fidler traced them, and found they had not been sent. After several calls, the wife of the proprietor finally blurted tearfully that her husband had left on a business trip some weeks earlier and never returned. Fidler decided that problem was beyond...
...might think that Action Line reporters who spend their days sifting through the dust heap of human woe become as cynical and hard-bitten as their colleagues on, say, the police beat or the obit desk. Not at all. "I take every letter personally," sighs Manhattan's Fidler. "I can't go to lunch, I can't go home, I can't sleep until I've solved it." Nashville's Appleton has a fat file marked BIG K (for kooks) groaning with the barely legible, highly paranoid ramblings of the city's loneliest...
...would be better than B.U. I mean, it's a nice rink and all that, but it's just not home. If George had wanted to play at B.U., he would have done it from the beginning, and he'd be centering an All-American line with Mark Fidler and Dave Silk right now. Instead, he'll play out his career before only the faithful few. It's enough to make...
...suffocating restrictions of the bloodless upper class: "Amy was alive; Amy throbbed. For what was life but wanting to live?" Auchincloss's penchant for the portentous flourish has never been more in evidence; in the spirit of a self-help manual rather than a heroine, Amy proclaims to Fidler's wife: "I exist. I feel. You're the one who's concerned with doing. I just am, that...