Word: sams
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...abducted youth did not seem to fit the mold of either his father or his fiery grandfather and namesake "Mr. Sam" (who shrewdly built the family fortune but sometimes hurled dishes when angry). Young Sam has seemed a bit brash and arrogant to outsiders, but friends at Williams found him "relaxed" about his wealth and "even-tempered." No jet-setter, he was interested primarily in sport. Strong and wiry (6 ft. 3 in., 185 Ibs.), he had played tennis and basketball at Williams and possessed an encyclopedic mind for sport trivia. He had been looking forward to starting work...
...Answer. The harrowing ordeal for Sam-and the painful suspense for his family-began shortly after he and his father had enjoyed a quiet, late, candlelit dinner at the Yorktown home on Friday night, Aug. 8. Sam stepped into the kitchen to compliment the cook on the meal, then left about 11:30 p.m., driving away in his green 1973 BMW sedan. He told his father that he might visit some friends...
...week-old baby boy (as once happened) or a cup of steaming coffee in winter (as often happens), it is all illegal. Though a man's home may be his castle and though he must buy and maintain his mailbox, its interior space essentially belongs to Uncle Sam...
...York is full of people who are crazy till Labor Day," complained Woody Allen in the movie Play It Again, Sam. Allen was one of them. "If I only knew where my damn analyst was," he wailed. "Where do they go every August?" The answer, of course, is that they go on vacation. Some psychiatrists say they choose August because Freud did, though others debunk that notion as too Freudian. "An August vacation," explains Dr. William Frosch, a Manhattan psychiatrist, "is built into your training from the start. Your analyst took August and so you start doing so yourself...
...Sam Waterston is the most maladroit Hamlet to appear on a professional stage in the past decade. He bears not the remotest resemblance to a prince. He is like a little boy throwing a nightlong temper tantrum. His twitchy gestures suggest those of a puppet on the strings of a drunken puppeteer. His voice is woefully devoid of resonance. He delivers the Shakespearean line like a squawk box in dire need of a lozenge. Add to this little humor and less thought, and Hamlet the Dane becomes Hamlet the Cipher...