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...love for my birthplace and hometown is rooted in the endless choices of culture and dining, the 24-hour public transportation, and the way you can take a cab from the corner of Eldridge and Delancy up to 83rd and Lex without stopping if you hit the right green lights up First...
Consider, for a start, that we all have facebook profiles, in which we readily list mundane details like our hometown (which any tech-savvy 13 year-old could probably find on Google), but also what classes we’re taking, who we’re friends with, our relationship status and sexual orientation, and (gasp) even a selection of our favorite pithy quotes...
...states, "I'm not scared to say I love the game." As though he ever was afraid. "But my players are." For a year, Rose has been the manager as well as the usual first baseman of the Cincinnati Reds, his hometown and original team. "Maybe it's because everyone knows how much money we make, but today's young players hold something in. Just on the field and in public. It comes out in the clubhouse, when only the other players can see." Joy is the word. "Twenty-five years ago, they gave me $400 a month to play...
Keillor always starts out his radio monologue by apologizing: "Well, it's been a quiet week in Lake Wobegon, my hometown." He always ends on a diminuendo, with the formula "That's the news from Lake Wobegon, where all the women are strong and all the men are good-looking and all the children are above average." In between, for 20 minutes or so, he discourses wonderingly, without notes, on a place where a dog lying asleep in the middle of Main Street will live out his days. In eleven years of talking about Lake Wobegon on A Prairie Home...
From the first act the histrionics of the protagonists seemed at least as tailored for the theatrical boards as for the chessboard: the cool and politically well-connected Karpov, 34, defending his crown in his hometown, vs. the crowd-pleasing, passionate young provincial up for a title shot. Intensifying the tension was old-fashioned human loathing. Long before the end of the match, the contestants were barely speaking to each other, and shook hands perfunctorily. "The best part," a chess master told the Chicago Tribune, "is that these guys hate each other...