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...gradual descent back to Saigon's heat is broken by a pause in Bao Loc to buy the renowned local tea and an unscheduled pit stop in a teak grove. The van with the small U.S. flag on the windshield startles villagers and city folk alike. Americans are a rare species in Viet Nam, and most are mistakenly greeted in Russian by children and adults. But when the reply is "Nyet Lien- So, Mee" (Russian-Vietnamese pidgin for "Not Soviets, Americans"), Vietnamese, especially in the South, do happy double takes. This is in part due to an economy that once...
...regarding the Mainstage petition, I repeated several times that I was not involved in circulating or developing the petition--in fact, had only heard about it that very day--and that I would not take sides. I agreed to comment on the situation, but I did not wish to pit one organization against another because of my active involvement in each...
Instead, Forman has decided to misrepresent me and pit me against an organization to which I am very dedicated--Citystep--to forward his own bias. This action has not only seriously jeopardized my relationship with the organization and my peers, but proven once again how wary one must be in talking to the Crimson. Daniel Banks...
Downey, 55, seems oddly cast as the pit bull of TV talk-show hosts. The son of an Irish tenor popular with radio audiences during the 1930s and '40s, he worked for a time as a singer and songwriter. His eclectic, not to say bizarre, career has also included stints as co-owner of the New Orleans Buccaneers franchise in the American Basketball Association, an activist for victims of the Biafran war in Nigeria and, briefly, presidential candidate of the American Independent Party in 1980 (he turned down the nod, he says, because the party was too right wing even...
Viewing the orchestra pit had always been a preview to the main show. The smooth screech of a violin tuning up, the shrill whistle of the flute called me to the edge of the stage. I slid between a girl cladin a plaid dress with a big bow at the neck and a young couple dressed in formal wear. The yellowed, dried-out score lay open on the conductor's podium--"Peter Ilyitch Tchaikovsky" it read in spidery-flowing script...