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...things James Young was always reminding us of is that every memorial becomes a historic memorial after the generation that it was made for is deceased, and so you have to say to yourself ‘What are we doing with four acres of open space in Lower Manhattan?’” Van Valkenburgh says...
...Orlando minivan booking - was riding shotgun to K.T., and was, let us say, glad for the others. As we crossed the GW Bridge en route to Newark Airport, unsuccessful in our attempts to spot the Little Red Lighthouse but drawing oohs and aahs when we described the Manhattan skyline (Jack: ?The Vampire State Building??), I found myself achieving a sort of Vacation Zen. What the hell...
...order to sell the shares if they fell below $60. Faneuil said that despite his misgivings, his attempts to question Bacanovic, a star at Merrill Lynch with a stable of celebrity clients, were peremptorily cut off. Faneuil described a conversation in a coffee shop near their office in midtown Manhattan when he told Bacanovic: "I was on the phone. I know what happened." Bacanovic put his arm on Faneuil's shoulder and said, "With all due respect, no, you don't." When questioned by prosecutors who were then looking into the case, Faneuil repeated the standing-order story. He said...
Those who come to the Matchmaking Institute believe they have the magic; they just need to learn the spells. Over a frozen weekend in late January, half a dozen students gathered at the institute's downtown Manhattan headquarters, a loft dominated by a lipstick red wall, a well-stocked bar and two sleepy Chihuahuas. The students were greeted by the school's co-founders, Lisa Clampitt, 39, a veteran matchmaker in a miniskirt and knee-high suede boots, and Jerome Chasques, 34, an amiable Frenchman with an international singles-events business. Nestling into black leather lounge chairs amid animal-print...
...Kyle Smith (an editor at TIME's sister publication PEOPLE). At 32, Tom is a hack journalist at a New York City tabloid. When he goes jogging, "it's prose in motion," and his bachelor pad is a "maximum-insecurity facility." Tom ricochets miserably around the pinball machine of Manhattan's bar scene, musing wittily on the state of the modern male and trying to shake an obsession with his dreamy co-worker Julia. You couldn't ask for a more entertaining drinking buddy--watch out for a memorable strip-club meltdown scene--but there's a deep, dark subway...