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Despite diverging on issues such as Cape Wind—the plan to build America’s first offshore wind farm in Nantucket Sound—the candidates, including frontrunner Deval L. Patrick ’78 (D), seemed to be in general agreement on environmental issues in front of an audience of 1,100 people...
...well-traveled” intellectual elite too close to home. In this way, poorly-traveled liberals have little grounds for mocking the “backwardness” of Americans who have never been to the big city when they themselves have never been to a small town. (Nantucket does not count.) Liberals may jostle, hoping to win back the heartland vote with a hypothetical Messianic, charismatic Democrat. But for many land-locked liberals like myself, it is still heartland conservatives who are more in touch with the sentiments of most Americans—even if they...
...Coast Guard suspended its 18-hour search Friday for New York philanthropist George F. Baker III ’61, a member of a family of major Harvard donors, whose private plane had gone missing off the coast of Nantucket the previous afternoon.A graduate of Harvard College and Harvard Business School (HBS) who was actively involved as an alumnus at both institutions, Baker, 66, was the great-grandson of George F. Baker, a former president of the First National Bank of New York whose $5 million donation in 1924 was crucial to the construction of the HBS campus.News of Baker?...
...York philanthropist George F. Baker III ’61 went missing when the plane he was piloting off the coast of Nantucket disappeared from the radar yesterday afternoon, The Associated Press reported late last night. Reportedly a major donor to Harvard Business School (HBS), Baker, 66, is the great-grandson of George F. Baker, whose donations were crucial to the construction of the HBS campus...
...admittedly debunked after meeting most of the members, but still somehow compelling every time I walk by. This world’s inhabitants and I share little to nothing in common—not gender, race, socioeconomic background, or unabashed self-entitlement, and certainly not a penchant for Nantucket Reds.But despite my dissimilar profile—and my lofty, if disingenuous, rejection of their elitism—I must secretly derive some satisfaction from their world. Otherwise, I’d be spending every Saturday night with a beer, good conversation, and the good company of world number one, hanging...