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...persona than what we've seen so far. By her own testimony, she's hardly the shrinking violet many in the media have portrayed her to be; she called her marriage to George W. a "partnership" and stressed her independence. She also offered a rebuttal to the well-worn rumor that she gave her husband the ultimatum that ended his career as a carousing, often heavy drinker. (When questioned about this last bit of speculation, her denial rang the first false note of the evening: She laughed it off, saying, "No, no. I never threatened him. We've never...
Garment builds the case for Sears on circumstantial evidence, and on points of personal style. Bob Woodward has said that Deep Throat smoked a lot of cigarettes and drank a lot of Scotch. Woodward and Bernstein wrote: "He was, incongruously, an incurable gossip, careful to label rumor for what it was, but fascinated by it. ... He could be rowdy, drink too much, overreach. He was not good at concealing his feelings, hardly ideal for a man in his position...
Last week, Life cereal began re-airing the original Mikey-Likes-It commercial, which ran from 1972 to 1984. It features a finicky four-year-old who, contrary to rumor, did not perish from mixing Pop Rocks and Coke but became an ad executive, proving that you can take the boy out of the ads, but he'll still make money there. Mikey should feel right at home. There are lots of other comeback kids...
...have been rereading Scott Fitzgerald's "Tender Is the Night," an awful book in many ways, but with an interesting haunted quality: Nicole Diver's insanity darkens the pages like a cloud passing overhead, or like the rumor of a shark in summer waters...
...this as I drive past the predictable sprawl of franchise outlets and architectural felonies along Highway 61 in Southeastern Iowa. I'm a nostalgic coot who likes the history and surprise of old friends in a chance meeting outside a building older than their combined years. I like the rumor and sass of regulars at the corner luncheonette. I'm tooling north along the great muddy Mississippi in search of these very things, and I'm not the only one looking...