Word: patly
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Moscow--as a displaced person, isolated from his best friends and instincts. Chris Boyce (Timothy Hutton) feels isolated too, trapped in America; but here Schlesinger dares not flirt with political or visual subtlety. Everyone is an oaf but our lad. Mom (Joyce Van Patten) is dithery, and Dad (Pat Hingle) scares the falcon, and Chris' girlfriend (Lori Singer) is one big vacant California erogenous zone. His treason is pinned on mid-America, not so much for the evil of its ways as for the banality of its style. Affluence is flatulence; good intentions are to laugh at; filial piety...
Senior Joe Carrabino is the obvious pick, but junior Pat Smith is the surprise...
...record watch department, junior guard Pat Smith, who a year ago set a Crimson record for assists in a season (100) is on target to break his own record. The season is two games from the midway point and he's already recorded 44 assists...
...First Lady paid heavy dues it was Pat Nixon. Now out of sight and in fragile health, she never got the credit she deserved for her White House years. She took on Mrs. Kennedy's idea and enriched the public rooms more than any other First Lady. Her achievements were lost in the black hole of Watergate. Even in that grim episode, there was something admirable about her. She kept the dignity of her office, neither condoning the events nor deserting her husband...
...Pat Nixon seemed more at ease, almost liberated. When she went on a good-will tour to Liberia in 1972, her personality changed almost as soon as her plane crossed the continental shelf. She glowed, laughed and lofted tiny barbs of irreverence. When native dancers appeared barebreasted, White House aides were aghast. But she watched admiringly and applauded. TIME's Bonnie Angelo, who accompanied Mrs. Nixon, recalled last week, "I saw Pat Ryan, the pretty schoolteacher from Whittier, Calif., emerge from another era and flower for a few precious days...