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...Ostalgia" industry leaves people like Klaus Schroeder speechless. "People really seem to think the GDR was a big joke, which results in such crudities as a Stasi pub," says the professor of political science at Berlin's Free University. "What's gonna be next, a Gestapo Inn? It's absurd...
...Bolt's Aunt Lilly agrees: "This gives Jamaicans a new picture to hold in their hands and look at for a moment and say to themselves, you know, we can do better." Says Ivor Conolley, who owns The Last Resort, a bed-and-breakfast inn near Lilly's restaurant in Trelawny, "The whole country feels right now as if good things are happening to us for a change." In cities like Kingston, in fact, seemingly everyone is wearing yellow, the color of Jamaica's athletic uniform, to work and draping the national flag on their cars, says Beckford. She hopes...
Before long, Maheu, who died Aug. 4 at age 90, became Hughes' right-hand man. During the 1960s, when Hughes lived in seclusion in a penthouse atop the Desert Inn hotel in Las Vegas, "Maheu was running around town, cutting deals, assuaging politicians, making things happen--and keeping Howard apprised every step of the way," explains Pat Broeske, who interviewed Maheu extensively while writing a biography of Hughes...
...have disappeared. The Mr. Burger that he went to after basketball team practices on the corner of Dole and University streets - not far from where his parents met at the University of Hawaii - became a Pizza Hut and is now Robata Grill, a Japanese BBQ joint. Only Grace's Inn, a hot-plate diner full of favorite local dishes like chicken katsu, remains, though it has moved down the street a few blocks. One place Obama is likely to have patronized is Waiola Shave Ice, with the best frozen treat on the island, still popular with locals and students alike...
...been the local whorehouse. In the basement of another building, local legend goes, two men--union organizers--were hauled out from a mine they were hiding in and lynched. All that history is falling in on itself, but Henry Berg (yup, Jim's cousin), who owns the Belmont Inn with his wife Bertie, is fine with a little neglect. What he really fears is that the electricity will get hooked up. "We don't want power, but it will come in someday, and that will be the end of it," he says. "More people will come in, and they...