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...Horace Greeley had lived in Los Angeles, he would have said "Head north, young man--quickly." For to the north of L.A. lies San Francisco, a city almost universally loved in this country, even by those who have never been there. Mellow--everyone I met on the coast as I headed north told me the main thing about Frisco was how mellow it is. Maybe it's the natural environment, or the Spanish legacy, or the peculiar effect of its Gold Rush origin, or simply all those people up there who've destroyed their brain cells with acid...
...movie). Then go see Revenge of the Pink Panther. Make sure the movie theater is filled (there's nothing more depressing than watching a Panther movie in an empty theater). What you do afterwards is your own business, but you'll probably feel good and giggly and "mellow," which ain't too bad a way to spend a humid night in August, as summer inches persistently into September, and we find ourselves less and less capable of experiencing Inspector Clouseau in such an idyllic atmosphere...
Last week New York was in its mellow and hazy high summer. Jugglers performed in front of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. From its steps, an impromptu amphitheater, crowds consuming hot dogs and lemonade could watch the street circus, then wander into the museum's cool caverns to savor a Rembrandt and hieroglyphics. All up and down Manhattan, street musicians played-saxophones, cellos, violins, steel drums. On Park Avenue between 51st and 52nd Streets, across from the Manufacturers Hanover Trust building, a brass quintet called the Waldo Park Players blew tunes ranging from the Beatles to Mendelssohn. One night...
...movie). Then go see Revenge of the Pink Panther. Make sure the movie theater is filled (there's nothing more depressing than watching a Panther movie in an empty theater). What you do afterwards is your own business, but you'll probably feel good and giggly and "mellow," which ain't too bad a way to spend a humid night in August, as summer inches persistently into September, and we find ourselves less and less capable of experiencing Inspector Clouseau in such an idyllic atmosphere...
...tired and frustrated at his hopeless America as he watched Rick Burleson strike out. The bottom of the ninth was coming up after another beer commercial, and the commercial was so boring (another "Schlitz Light" jobber -- only this time they decided to change the Coburn character a little, mellow him out; they took all of the "tough" out of him) that Bobby just nodded out in front of the tube, his hand falling limp, spilling beer all over the synthetic carpet...