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...most enduring legacy for us on this campus will be his service to his Kind—the kind who grew up with him in Hell??s Kitchen and every other poor neighborhood across America. From Social Security, to medical care, to public transportation, to labor issues, the breadth and depth of his commitment to “promote the general welfare’’ was unparalleled in modern politics...

Author: By The Crimson Staff, | Title: A Life of the Mind(ful) | 3/31/2003 | See Source »

...recruited Stith, the head of the new Harvard Motorcycle Club, to take me on my first motorcycle ride ever, to see if a gutless yuppie-in-the-making could be transformed into a card-carrying member of the Hell??s Angels...

Author: By Peter L. Hopkins, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Riding With The Queen | 5/2/2002 | See Source »

...says. His mantra became a verse from the New Testament: “If your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away; it is better for you to lose one of your members than for your whole body to go into hell?? (Matthew...

Author: By William L. Adams, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Sex, Lies and the Internet | 3/7/2002 | See Source »

This collection of writers may have managed, however, to create some new classics. “Facing Hell?? stands out, with its steady but alternating riffing, highlighted by more than a few of Wylde’s pitch-harmonic squeals. So does “No Way Out,” which contains the most impressive finger-tapping, string-bending solo on the album. “That I Never Had” is another up-tempo track with a pace reminiscent of earlier hits such as “Desire?...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: New Albums | 11/16/2001 | See Source »

...shampooing his hair and he wanted me to hold his hand. As I approached the bathroom his groans became more emphatic. I opened the door and my mother wasn’t there. The bathtub was steaming more than the coffee my father said “burnt like hell?? when he drank it too fast. All I could see was John’s head, bobbing back and forth in the steam, as he moaned in deep, monosyllabic tones the few words he knew: “no,” “stop...

Author: By William L. Adams, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: A Word About John | 10/4/2001 | See Source »

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