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...wishes they could live outside the city, away from curiosity seekers who want to see the home of the Unabomber's brother. On the summer weekend I visited, most of their things were still in boxes. They had just returned from sabbatical and were soon heading out to a monthlong Buddhist seminar...
...laptop with them to Germany and documented their visit on their web page. Harry Ash, father of 16-year-old traveler Brian, found it reassuring to see his son's smiling face from half a world away. "It gives me great comfort," Ash says, three days into the monthlong trip. "Brian's staying with a family that doesn't speak much English. This is new to him." Before their kids left, parents checked the site for scheduling information, a list of activities and advice on cultural differences. There were some glitches along the way (at one point, the digital photo...
...motorcade and a handful of Foggy Bottom specialists, few noticed that Saudi Arabia's virtual ruler had come and gone. The low-profile trip generated scarcely a headline, the way the cautious Saudis prefer it. But this was no ordinary visit. It was the third leg of a monthlong coming-out tour of major world capitals to deliver an important if understated message: after three years of uncertainty in the kingdom, marked by terrorist bombings, plummeting oil prices and the continuing illness of King Fahd, 75, Abdullah is taking charge...
...what's up, man?" third baseman Charlie Hayes said upon meeting Irabu. "He's a big old boy," said Cecil Fielder, the Yankees' gargantuan slugger. Indeed, Irabu is 6 ft. 3 in. and 240 lbs., wears a size 52 jacket and pants with a 40-in. waist. In his monthlong tour of the minors, where he made six starts, Irabu impressed his Yankee escorts with his fastball (high 90s), fork ball (high 80s) and fork. "He ate everything," said Arthur Richman, the 72-year-old club executive who accompanied Irabu at his stops in Florida, Connecticut, upstate New York...
What gives his narration its blood and bones, however, is the fine, boozy picture he sketches of the fishermen's bars of Gloucester, Mass., the Andrea Gail's home port. For the younger fishermen the bars are home and family in the short weeks between the monthlong voyages to the Grand Banks. They make good money, $4,000 or $5,000 a trip, and buy a lot of drinks. At the Crow's Nest Inn on the day the sinking was reported, recalls the girlfriend of one of the drowned men, "everybody was drunk 'cause that's what...