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...makes a tour of the city reminiscent of a mosaic. Chinese characters spell out street signs against a backdrop of Chinese architecture in Chinatown; two jumbo-size Puerto Rican flags on the North Side lend a festive air to the turf of Logan Square and Humboldt Park; an imposing, pink, concrete arch at the eastern border of Little Village lends an hacienda air to the neighborhood. The often cartoonishly large landmarks allow inhabitants to see a physical embodiment of their pride. The communities can begin to feel like small towns within a big city...
...patterns throughout the city seemed permanent to me. Italians east of me in Bridgeport, blacks north in North Lawndale, Polish and Irish south in Back of the Yards, and white suburbia in the West. The four corners of the hub of my world seemed so clearly drawn. The large, pink, concrete arches on 26th Street welcoming visitors to Little Village seemed like they had always been guarding the neighborhood from unlikely and unpleasant change...
...thing Melissa Knieling noticed was the man's shirt. Even in the packed Los Angeles International Airport, where she was collecting donations for a women's shelter, the bright pink shirt stood out. But not him. Sometime around 11:30 a.m., when she glanced over at the El Al ticket counter, the man in the pink shirt caught her eye and held it. "He didn't seem angry," the 18-year-old says now with a shiver. "Then he nonchalantly pulled out his gun and started shooting...
...Democratic convention, then vice-presidential candidate Geraldine Ferraro stood before an audience half-filled with women, many of them crying, to accept her nomination. She wore a pastel pink suit, as if to say, “Get used to it—this is the new color of power...
...HARD There's a murmur, then a babble and then suddenly a roar, and I'm sitting soggy-shoed in a wicker chair, clutching a pink parasol, almost a foot under water. This is white-water rafting, Xishuangbanna-style. Granted, the rapids on this particular stretch of the Nam Baan river, a chocolatey tributary of the Mekong, don't quite deliver Grand Canyonesque white-knuckle thrills. But when you're sitting in a wobbly chair, sliding around atop 20-odd lengths of bamboo lashed together with twine, any white water is, frankly, too much...