Word: sidewalkers
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...RAIN TURNED TO SLEET IN WASHINGton last Thursday, a young man stood silently on the sidewalk next to a White House gate, balancing a flagpole from which hung a black banner inscribed POW-MIA. He is a frequent and unnecessary reminder to Bill Clinton that the psychological and emotional turf of a war that took the lives of more than 58,000 Americans is dangerous terrain to a President who did not serve...
...liked the Hami melons in Xinjiang, Li Gan made a special trip to the fruit stand. When we bicycled around the city, making a pilgrimage to my father's old high school or combing tape stores for recordings, Li Gan insisted on carrying the bicycle onto the sidewalk and locking it for me. We also stopped by the trendiest fast-food stand in the city, where after waiting in a very long line, my cousins treated my American taste buds to "kente"--a transliteration of Kentucky--fried chicken. They asked me how the whole chicken (neck and head included), deep...
...Mass. Ave. Having reached the side-walk, he heads for the river. Part way down Plympton St., he finds himself in a canyon four feet deep. The snow has not been shoveled or plowed; he has to walk on a tiny strip of packed snow and slush. The sidewalk is nowhere to be seen. Two people can't pass unless one scales the snowbank and perches on a parking meter...
George Gershwin's early years were the heyday of ragtime and the blues, of barroom and bordello "perfessers" in spats and hats, of Tin Pan Alley song pluggers and sidewalk player pianos, whose invisible hands held passersby enthralled with their fascinatin' rhythms. So young George was only doing what came naturally when, at age 18, he sat down to cut a piano roll of his first published song, a frisky ditty called When You Want 'Em, You Can't Get 'Em, When You've Got 'Em, You Don't Want...
...often no amount of knowledge will help. We have all seen those who, hemmed in at the corner of a sidewalk, have reached that perilous moment of realization: The snow is too soft to serve as a causeway, the puddle is too wide for evasion, too long for jumping and too deep for tip-toeing. It is here that Cantabrigians can be seen drawing on their knowledge of Kierkegaard, and taking a heedless leap of faith (faith in what, you ask? Not God, but in the cans of silicone they applied to their Timberlands, of course...