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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Have you been to the Garden? Have you seen Larry Bird hit a three-pointer? Or Ray Borque operate the Bruin power-play...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Spectator Paradise | 9/21/1987 | See Source »

Name a sport, any sport, and you'll find it in the area. Baseball at Fenway. Basketball and hockey at the Boston Garden. Football in Foxborough. Even horse racing in Belmont...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Spectator Paradise | 9/21/1987 | See Source »

Nearly every day for four decades, the prisoner took a stroll through a tiny garden inside West Berlin's forbidding Spandau fortress. He was never without a keeper and his gait had slowed to a shuffle over the years, but he rarely missed the opportunity for fresh air. Last Monday a guard left him alone briefly in a small cottage at the garden's edge. A few minutes later the guard returned to find the sole inmate of Spandau slumped over, an electrical cord wound tightly around his neck. Rushed to the nearby British Military Hospital...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Rudolf Hess: 1894-1987: The Inmate of Spandau's Last Wish | 8/31/1987 | See Source »

Given at first to rages and bouts of persecution mania, Hess settled into a routine of numbing regularity. Awakening at 6 a.m., the prisoner would limber % up with calisthenics until he was escorted to the lavatory an hour later. After breakfast, he would walk in the Spandau prison garden, head lowered, hands clasped behind his back, invariably marching 215 paces in one direction and 215 in the other. After lunch, he would study the moon and space charts that covered the walls of his cell, watch television or read books on space exploration. In later years Hess became...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Rudolf Hess: 1894-1987: The Inmate of Spandau's Last Wish | 8/31/1987 | See Source »

...wearing the suits of corporate strivers, others in guerrilla battle dress or the Panama hats of dissolute plantation owners. But as waiters serve frosty pastel drinks, yam chips and shrimp fritters, it is obvious this is no jungle clearing, no stage set for The Emperor Jones. It is the garden of Bananas, a new, good Brazilian-style hot spot in Manhattan that is cashing in on the nationwide fad for tropical restaurants...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Food: It's A Tropical Heat Wave | 8/31/1987 | See Source »

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