Word: messe
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...reputation of being a precarious person, a victim, a lovable mess. This seems exaggerated. Back at the Plaza, calm now, she is glad to be 30. During her twenties, she says, "I felt like a submarine with depth charges going off all around me." The heartbreak in her songs ("I've been cheated, been mistreated/ When will I be loved?") was real enough...
...Buffalo airport. Bundled up in her heaviest ski parka, Knox caught a flight to Rochester, the nearest functioning airfield. From there she hopped a truck carrying 35,000 lbs. of frozen veal, part of a two-mile-long caravan taking emergency rations to the stricken city. "Buffalo was a mess," she reports-streets unplowed, cars buried in snow, people carting groceries home on sleds. "The very fact of being there made you part of the people. 'You stuck here too?' someone would ask, and he'd start right out telling you his story...
Having just given the hook to 20 White House limousines, Carter broke further ground by eating lunch with staffers in the White House mess (the President's order: a cheeseburger and iced tea). At his second Cabinet meeting, he was pleased to find his lieutenants following his lead: the Interior Secretary had closed the department's VIP dining room for senior officials and eliminated five limousines, the Attorney General had dismissed his private FBI bodyguards. The White House also requested-and, not surprisingly, was granted-the early reprieve of Mary Fitzpatrick from a Georgia prison so that...
Telephone calls were often cut off, lost or left on hold as aides struggled with the unfamiliar telephone system. Top aides can eat in the exclusive and inexpensive White House mess, where a sirloin steak can be had for $2.50, but most of them had too much work to leave their desks and had to send out for a meal or get by with sandwiches and soft drinks from vending machines...
...sooner had the ink dried on my New Year's resolutions two weeks ago than I received a call from my old friend Rupert Murdoch. Seems Rupe's diversifying--wants to buy into a whole mess of disco acts, called me for advice. Lunched at Passim's, where I introduced him to a couple of friends who were in town, arranging appearances at nite spots around the Square. (He picked up the tab, and later bought Passims). Out on Mass Ave., he bought us a cab, and we drove downtown to Rupe's office in the recently-renamed Murdoch building...