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...fact, there was plenty to be done at the conventions and in between--from escorting senators to the "Face the Nation" set, to meeting Harry Reasoner at Detroit's Metro Airport and chauffering him to his hotel. One of more taxing duties while in the Motor City was arranging housing and transportation for all of the CBS employees jetting out from New York...

Author: By Caroline R. Adams, | Title: A Summer With Walter and Dan | 3/17/1981 | See Source »

...people are tired of loving each other come June, and it isn't even warm in Paris during July. Each morning the picture-perfect Parisians leave their overpriced little flats, smiling away, in shirt-sleeves and halters; and when you crowd into a metro car with them you look at all the goose pimples, and you want to scream, "Bonjour, Paris! Vous etes froid...

Author: By Nancy F. Bauer, | Title: My Happy Summer in France | 3/17/1981 | See Source »

...live in the 7th arrondissement, the Greenwich Village of Paris, a stone's throw from the Bastille, I'Hotel de Ville, and other unremarkable landmarks. The metro stop is just a block away, so I see only a few cafes and a Chinese restaurant on my first morning out. Somehow it seems strange to see a Chinese restaurant in Paris, but then I think about it. "Wow," I think. "Wow, this city is a meeting place of cultures." For the moment, it escapes me that there is also a Chinese restaurant in Oshkosh, Wise...

Author: By Nancy F. Bauer, | Title: My Happy Summer in France | 3/17/1981 | See Source »

...Parisians cram into my car between "Louvre" and "George V," and when I stand up to get some air my seat snaps up and catches the bottom of my dress. No one sees this, but I pretend I know what I am doing anyway. I get off of the metro two stops too early and walk one mile to the Trib. I am one-half hour late; my dress has grease stains on it. It is raining...

Author: By Nancy F. Bauer, | Title: My Happy Summer in France | 3/17/1981 | See Source »

...Paris. When people at work ask where I live, I say "the 7th instead of "Rue St. Paul." I stand up in the metro at all times. and when I want to get off I push people and mutter "pardon" and act annoyed. I have learned to say "merct" when in doubt. My maitre d'hotel understands that I do not eat breakfast...

Author: By Nancy F. Bauer, | Title: My Happy Summer in France | 3/17/1981 | See Source »

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