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...City twelve hours later aboard a U.S. Air Force jet. It was a dispiriting day for pageantry: raw, windy, drizzly. But as runners started the torch on its zigzag, 15,000-kilometer journey across 33 of the 50 American states, the dark skies seemed only to intensify the symbolic glow. The second runner, 91-year-old Abel Kiviat, silver medalist in the 1,500-meter race in the 1912 Olympics, had no inkling that anything was amiss as he ended his appointed kilometer; he lit the torch of twelve-year-old Timothy Towers, who had won the honor...
GRANTED, DE COUBERTIN'S vision saw the Games bestowing the glow of friendly competition among athletes upon a different country every four years. And, after a few decades, viewers around the globe will no doubt become more familiar with the intricacies of Swiss banking than is necessary. But given the current mess and assuming a desire to save the Games, setting up shop near the Alps may prove to be a decent compromise solution. Besides, in the end, the location of the Olympics is irrelevant. If we'd just leave them alone, the athletes could create enough of a spectacle...
Despite awkward moments here and there, the trip worked. Even the stern People's Daily ran extraordinarily puffy coverage of Reagan day after day, and the 30-minute Chinese TV news devoted up to ten minutes a night to the capitalist leader. "We have a self-satisfied glow," said a usually stiff-necked White House adviser. "We're walking around with smiles on our faces...
...some satisfaction in the fact that the people in the pit actually look like they're accomplishing something--whether destroying someone else's achievement or creating one of their own. There is simply a certain joy in regarding concrete activity; welders crouched over their work and casting a blue glow from the arcs of their rods; electrician laying out conduit in angular symmetry; and all of them anticipating the deliveries of the cement mixers queued up on Mass. Ave, and waiting to dump their contents into the pumps that will eagerly suck in the grey sludge...
...time when New Hampshire primary voters were heading for the polls, a pleasantly round-faced woman economist named Zinaida Vladimirova Baturina waited for a trolleybus outside the Moscow office building where she works. It was 5 p.m. in the Soviet capital, and the orange glow of twilight hung in the western sky. Twenty minutes later Zinaida Vladimirova reached her destination, a neighborhood campaign office. She had promised to put in an evening's work as an agitator (local volunteer) in the windup of this week's election of 1,500 deputies to the Supreme Soviet. As she settled...