Word: manhattanization
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...truth I've known for some time. I knew it when I made my way into Manhattan for lunch this past Saturday and I knew it when I returned to Long Island for Thanksgiving break three days earlier. I probably even sensed it several weeks into my first year at Harvard, all those many months...
Months after I had given up on fertility treatments, I visited a new gynecologist for a routine exam. When he heard the diagnosis (premature ovarian failure) rendered by a specialist at one of Manhattan's pre-eminent fertility clinics, he scoffed, "You're awfully young for that." I told him my husband Joe and I were launched on an adoption search, but he ignored me. Instead he palpated here, suggested we snip a sample for a biopsy there, then asked, eyes glowing with expectation, "Would you do anything to have a baby?" His confident expression dimmed when I answered firmly...
Damon is pleased but bewildered by the power at his disposal. "It's like I'm living somebody else's life," he had said as we wandered aimlessly and unrecognized around lower Manhattan a few days before the card game and a week before his face landed on the cover of Vanity Fair. "I don't have an apartment; my stuff is in a warehouse in New Jersey. I'm making three movies in a row for all this money... I'm not complaining, you know. But I mean, why is it all happening to me? And if people...
...Problem Solving Day seemed to do more to boost the morale of the agency than that of the taxpayers. But if the result is a friendlier, less hostile IRS, it might be worth it. Tom Quigley, an IRS public-affairs officer, showed up at the Manhattan office with an IRS flag he had specially made for the occasion. "Actually, I made two and one was absconded--maybe to burn," he said. And then, remembering the spirit of the day, he added quickly, "Though it might look nice in a college dorm." It's not quite the adrenaline rush the Revenue...
...were a fashion event, you might call it fabulous. Tonight's audience at Showroom Seven, a grand wholesale-retail space in midtown Manhattan, is peppered with actors, musicians, some designers for DKNY and others at home among racks of classy outfits destined for sale at Barney's or Bergdorf Goodman. Even the speaker looks swank, in perfectly coordinated suit and tie and black velvet yarmulke. But Rabbi Abraham Hardoon is not here to talk pret-a-porter; he is discoursing on the ancient esoteric Jewish tradition of Kabbalah...