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David L. Halberstam ’55—Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist and author of over twenty books—was killed in a car crash south of San Francisco on April 23, 2004 while riding in the passenger seat to conduct an interview for his new book. He was pronounced dead at the scene, according to San Mateo County Coroner Robert J. Foucrault. He was 73. [SEE CORRECTION BELOW...
...true, they constitute an egregious and unacceptable abuse of public trust and power.” Jefferson’s office has declined requests for comment over the past two days. He is not expected to resign on account of the indictment announced Monday, though he did resign his seat on the Small Business Committee—the last committee seat he held—yesterday. Jefferson, a graduate of the historically-black Southern University, came to Cambridge in the fall of 1969, overlapping his time at the Law School with future Rep. Thomas H. Allen (D-Maine...
...were able to hold it somewhat level for a while,” varsity three-seat Brian Aldrich said afterwards. “It felt like a good piece. But then every time you looked over the rest of the field was just moving on us. We didn’t know what was happening—it felt strong...
...cars, trucks, vans, busses, rickshaws and even donkey carts, was welcomed with boisterous cheers. Dancing ponies performed in front of the car. Camels were decorated for the occasion. Stickers of Chaudhry, tagged MY HERO, were passed out by the thousands. All the while, Chaudhry sat silently in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead. He refused to sign autographs and occasionally attempted a vague presidential wave. His impassiveness only seemed to encourage the crowd further. A young man in a t-shirt and tight jeans ran along side the slow-moving vehicle and shouted through an open window, "Thank...
...thick with the mingled scents of diesel and roses. The air conditioning had been shut off to stop the car from overheating in the crawling traffic. Disembodied hands thrust camera phones through the open windows. Bottles of cold mango juice, Chaudhry's favorite, were shoved into the back seat. When he reached out to shake hands with the crowd they kissed his knuckles instead. When he rolled up the window to stop the flood of rose petals, they kissed the glass. Aitzaz Ahsan, Chaudhry's lawyer and driver for the day, couldn't see through the windshield for the roses...