Word: lobsters
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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When they had anchored the powerboat, taken to the dories and headed for their lobster pots, they spotted Willie, a local Provincetown whale. And Willie, who had never done anything but chase mackerel and show off, headed straight for Frank Jr.'s boat...
...Lobster on Niki Street. The CBS story had all the drama and color of an Eric Ambler mystery. Tall, blond George Polk, whose pull-no-punches broadcasts had angered the Greek government,† had been trying to reach the hideout headquarters of Leftist General Markos to get the guerrilla side of the story. His "contact man" was apparently an Athens flower vendor, who visited Polk daily for ten days before his death-but in the treacherous climate of Athens, Polk had no way of making sure whether he was dealing with Right or Left...
...night of his death, George Polk ate a hearty lobster dinner, perhaps in a waterfront café on dirty Niki Street. A short time later, Polk was shot point-blank from behind with a long-barreled gun, then tied up with 30 feet of rope. Probable scene of the crime: one of the countless coastwise vessels with which the harbor swarms. (To shoot Polk first and then drag his bleeding, trussed body through Salonika's streets could hardly have escaped notice; to lure him to a caique, and then shoot him in a below-deck cabin, would have been...
...enormous man with an enormous voice. In private conversation it was husky and confidential, in public debate it was as penetrating, resonant and hard to shut off as the foghorn at Montauk Light. He had the bearing of a beefy Roman emperor, a lobster-red face and white hair which he wore reached. He thought Greenpernt-its lumber yards, varnish factories, dreary flats and all-was the "garden spot of the universe" and defied the world to find "a more moral race of people" than its citizens...
Cash Crop. The town centers around the wharf and the offices of the three lobster companies that hold lobstering concessions from the government. All the dories on the beach are owned by the companies, which supply gear and gasoline for boats with outboard motors. Each dawn the lobstermen go out to set and pull their pots, returning at dusk to sell their lobsters to the companies for ten pesos (30?) apiece. For the fishermen and their families, life in the Juan Fernández is monotonous and lonely, and the sea is full of danger. Even so, they say, they...