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Sitrick also believes the former Senator needs to recruit the missus, Elizabeth Edwards. "If she said, 'He breached the most important thing we had, which is trust, and I'm hurt beyond words, but I believe in him,' she'd get Mother Teresa status and it would help him with his biggest problem, which is the credibility,'' says Sitrick. This could be tough, however, since two new books, one of which is by Edwards' former aide Andrew Young, a.k.a. the guy who originally claimed to be Quinn's dad, cast both Edwardses in a bad light, and Elizabeth...
...Names everyone has heard of were left off the finalists' list. Tom Hanks and Julia Roberts were snubbed for their adept roles in Charlie Wilson's War. (Sorry, too entertaining.) Brad Pitt had a scuzzy majesty as Jesse James, and his missus was nobly agonized in A Mighty Heart, but neither Bra nor ngelina was nominated. Meanwhile, foreigners flourished: nine of the 20 acting slots went to the Brits, the Aussies and the tragic, singing Frenchwoman - Marion Cotillard, giving a Susan Hayward-meets-Judy Garland performance in La Vie en Rose. Sorry, Marion who? It's as if the voters...
...here with Rudy Giuliani. In fact, to hear him talk, the former New York City mayor can hardly tell the two places apart. Ducking into Longhorn Saddlery and Western Wear in Fort Dodge to pick up some cowboy shirts for himself (extra large) and his designer-loving missus (small), Giuliani noted, "They had bull riding this year in Madison Square Garden." At a town-hall forum held at Northern Iowa Area Community College (NIACC), he marveled, "There's a city in New York called Nyack! Spelled differently..." Upon learning that composer Meredith Willson grew up in Mason City, Giuliani immediately...
...parents of Fern and Avery Arable watch nervously as the children charge off toward the Ferris wheel and frozen custard, the merry-go-round and wonderful music of a bustling fairground. "Well, they've got to grow up some time," Mr. Arable says to his wistful missus. "And a fair is a good place to start, I guess...
...pops her things back on and resumes drinks service as though nothing has happened. A grubby, grizzled old man nudges the stranger to say goodbye. "What about that, eh? I was f___in' waitin' for that. Gotta go for me f___in' tea; me f___in' missus is waitin' in the car." The walk back to the motel passes the grandeur of St. Francis Xavier Cathedral; between the rooftops come glimpses of the eternal flame in the memorial to hmas Sydney. It's 7:15 on a Wednesday night, and time for alcohol-inspired reflection on the nobility...