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...illegal to tape conversations unless both parties agree. But, says DeFede, ?My decision to tape him was instantaneous - to keep a record of a call almost like you do with 911. I didn't even think about telling him. It was just a matter of wanting to listen to what he had to say and not interrupt him to tell him about the tape. It was not whether it was right or wrong or what are the rules. I just thought instinctively it was something to be preserved...
...visit from their eighth-grade "buddies." All around the room, big kids sit knees to chest in miniature chairs or cross-legged on the alphabet carpet. Each little kid has chosen a picture book to share with a big buddy. Some lean on eighth-grade laps as they listen. Logan Wells, a strapping 14-year-old, reads The Little Engine That Could to Alec Matias and Jacob Hill. Jacob, 5, seems mesmerized equally by the bright illustrations and by the eighth-grader turning the pages. He presses against Logan as if to absorb some big-kid magic. The older...
...weeks was Percy Faith and his Orchestra's Song from Moulin Rouge: "Whenever we kiss/ I worry and wonder/ Your lips may be near/ But where is your heart?" One of this year's top singles, by 50 Cent, is Candy Shop, which sounds innocent enough until you actually listen to it: "I take you to the candy shop/ I'll let you lick the lollipop/ Go 'head girl, don't you stop/ Keep goin' til you hit the spot...
...that the stuff I eat is pretty ordinary. I eat calamari, tuna, pineapple pizza, and tomatoes. Lots of my friends would shy away from these, but I enjoy them. Some things that set me apart from the crowd are that I don't like a lot of rap, I listen to a load of oldies, I'm smart but well liked by most, I'm not artistic, I'm not great at sports, but I can do a little of both. Most of my experience lies in music. I play piano, sing in a choir, play trumpet, and ring bells...
...Today, one can hover over Stevenson's single bed in his upstairs study (Fanny disliked the aquamarine walls almost as much as his coughing), gaze into his man-sized safe, and pace the verandas where the writer would listen to the distant surf crashing on the reef. But Samoa's climate hasn't been kind to his writing. A set of first editions in the museum has almost perished. "The cockroaches got to the books," says museum manager Lufilufi Rasmussen. "The covers aren't legible now, so we have to get them restored...