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...next morning three girls, as plump as dumplings, walk into Vasilios's bar, which at this time of day is called a cafe or restaurant. They are teenaged sisters who are as round as their grandfather, Paul Blouin, the county chairman of the Democratic Party. Paul Blouin knows every Democrat in Farmington, no small feat since nearly 7700 in the town's 8000 population belong to the party. Paul practices politics over the counter and the phone, persuading people to register and vote. Most of Paul's hassles come from getting people to register, especially the youth...
...friends in Harlan take politics as seriously as Jim Kalal does. A native of Nebraska, Kalal, 44, studied engineering, then worked 17 years for the Lincoln electricity company before moving to Harlan in 1973 to manage the town's municipal utility. A plump, amiable man with curly gray hair, Kalal is married and has four children. In 1976 he supported President Ford against Reagan because he believed a White House incumbent stood a better chance. This time he decided to go with the former Governor of California. Says Kalal: "I liked what Reagan said four years...
...descript double-knit vest and mute-grey suit, his shirt bulging conspicuously at the waistline, Filartiga looks more like the semi-retired family g.p., benevolent but dilapidated. Nearsighted bug eyes peered out of thick spectacles. His roly-poly, bumbling figure gives him the image of a jolly plump man, not one laden by the responsibilities of nursing 37,000 mestizos who depend on him alone for health care...
...Italy, pervasive kidnapping and a sharp drop in productivity led to "the logical next-step--the abolition of the debased currency in favor of people as a medium of exchange...in Turin, a $100 bill would procure a plump industrialist. In the provinces, it was difficult to get change for a judge or a factory owner, but the exclusive shops along the Via Condotti in Rome could easily break a bank president...
...only 12 p.m.--three more hours until the "St. Patrick" is scheduled to come down to earth. Journalists are already populating the bar, slugging down the gin and tonics a little too quickly. Most of us are in the "Cloud 9" restaurant, and the three plump waitresses are going mildly mad. In the booth next door, a cameraman for Channel 3 is flashing black pin-stripes and a white bowler. There is a reporter for the Manchester Guardian who asks us if Harvard has started accepting women. There are reporters everywhere, lining the halls, careening into the state police...