Word: patriarchal
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...Knight running behind Jim Grelle," says Hollister, who ran track with Knight and became one of Nike's first employees. It was Knight's customary position. Grelle was a champion, and Knight never caught him, says Hollister, but he never stopped pursuing. Another Oregon track god, Steve Prefontaine, became patriarch of the culture. "Pre," a rebellious soul and ferocious competitor, prodded Knight endlessly to improve the quality of track shoes...
DIED. LLOYD BRIDGES, 85, protean actor and patriarch of an acting dynasty, whose myriad roles ranged from the dramatic (High Noon) to the slapstick (Airplane!) and, most famously, to the adventurous (Sea Hunt); in Los Angeles. As former Navy frogman and underwater gumshoe Mike Nelson in the 1950s television series, Bridges popularized skin diving, though he felt artistically hemmed in by his watery role and once mused, "If we could just get some way to do Hamlet underwater, I'd be happy." In later life he presided over the careers of sons Beau and Jeff, who got their start acting...
...office attraction for five straight years (1978-82) and, quite possibly, the zeitgeist star of his generation. You know what? This still is his generation. Last week, the day before he turned 62, Reynolds copped an Oscar nomination for Best Supporting Actor for his role as the porno patriarch in Boogie Nights...
...Photographs became more of a rule and less of an exception, and extras were no longer confined to football results. President Eliot's retirement brought not only its best extra to date, but also its biggest scoop. Only the president, managing editor, business manager and printers knew that the patriarch of the Augustan age of Harvard was stepping down until the extra hit the streets. The paper also had the best word the next year on the progress of Eliot's internal struggle over whether to accept Taft's offer of appointment to the Court of St. James. Eliot stayed...
Before the Sunday sun lights the horizon, a handful of chosen men will enter the holiest sanctuary to hear Mass from priests hidden behind a wall of vivid icons. The rest are content just to be among people who believe as they believe. Soon, they say, the Patriarch will appear with the Ark to pronounce his blessing. Calmly, serenely, the pilgrims wait. By noon, the Patriarch has come and gone in a brisk flourish of gilded robes. There is no Ark, and the blessing is delivered swiftly amid a crush of baton-swinging soldiers and security guards. But the pilgrims...