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...theory holds that voters have a tendency to withhold their leanings from pollsters when they plan to vote for a white candidate instead of a black one. In 1982, Tom Bradley-the African-American mayor of Los Angeles-ran for governor of California. On the eve of the election, polls anointed him a prohibitive favorite. But on election day, Bradley lost to his white opponent, Republican George Deukmejian. Some experts chalked up the skewed polling to skin color...
...high school I ran in a lot of track meets at Fordham. While I have mostly blocked out the memories of me awkwardly knocking down hurdles as superior athletes watched on the sidelines with a mix of bemusement and pity, from what I remember, Vince Lombardi’s alma mater will provide a lovely setting for Yale to thrash the Rams...
...busy renouncing McBane on Fox News that our folks can’t get any airtime. Dick, you got any plans for reuniting the gang?” “Well, I was creeping around the old CIA storehouse like always, looking for wiretap microphones. (My office ran out, and I suspect the pool guy at the Wyoming house has been inviting Soviet apparatchiks over to parties when I’m away.) At any rate, I found a few leftover exploding cigars—might be time to have a little reunion at the Capital Grille?...
...tireless and outspoken critic of government waste and intervention, Durst routinely purchased space on the front page of the New York Times to run what he liked to call "bottom lines" - rants that ran along the bottom of the page like stock tickers. His haiku-esque May 26, 1991 message: "Federal debt soaring, national economy shrinking, soon the twain shall meet." In 1980, before technology could support a debt clock, he mailed handwritten holiday cards to dozens of congressmen that read: "Happy New Year. Your share of the national debt is $35,000." When technology finally caught up with...
...guess it was personal and also societal. Personally, a trickle of insults became a flood. A skirt that had been just fine all of a sudden seemed inappropriately short. A liquor store clerk asked for ID and then laughed as if he had made a funny joke. I ran into a suspiciously fresh-faced friend and, when she confessed to Botox, I wanted to yell, "Hey, that's no fair!" Then I wanted to get some for myself. I thought I'd crossed that invisible but really visible line into middle age. And as a longtime journalist and social observer...