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...police "executed" his son in cold blood in front of dozens of eye witnesses. "He had just finished praying at the mosque and was drinking a juice and eating a sandwich," he said. "He was only 24 and they shot him like a dog." Bilal died on the sidewalk of a narrow dirty street of drab apartment blocks on one side and a small garden and beige stone clad mosque on the other. Since his death, the Lebanese army and police apparently have not entered the area, wary of the simmering resentment in this close-knit quarter...
...drive-by shooters were somehow never caught. When the Chais decided to flee Vermillion, they could not sell their house because no local bank would write a mortgage on it. So they stayed. By the time Chai was a teenager, Vietnam veterans would sidle up to her on the sidewalk to talk about hookers they had known in Southeast Asia. "I had given up trying to fit," she says. "I was merely trying to survive...
...Sudoku. Well the craze has waned, just as the crossword craze of 1924-25 has waned. People at the time thought crosswords were another fad like flagpole sitting or raccoon coats...Sudoku is like that. Walking here this morning I passed a homeless man who was lying in the sidewalk leaned up against the building and he had a newspaper open and he was solving a Sudoku and I thought, “Harvard has the smartest homeless people.”12.FM: Do you think that there is anything that is going to come after Sudoku?WS: You know...
...Moon My Man” opens, we’re introduced to a woman making her way down an airport’s moving sidewalk, having just begun to bop along to the beat of her own song. As the tempo picks up, she loses her inhibitions and breaks into a strut. The strut becomes a trot, then a gallop that she maintains only until she sees fit to fully break into dance. Her name’s Feist (Leslie Feist, to be exact); and you’re sure to fall in love with...
...Saturday a hand grenade went off outside the bedroom window of my Belgrade apartment, filling the room with smoke and shards of glass, leaving shrapnel holes on the ceiling and walls. Despite the damage, we were lucky: when the police arrived, they found a second grenade, unexploded, on the sidewalk nearby. I had been in danger many times before while covering the bloody breakup of the former Yugoslavia for TIME and for the local newsmagazine Vreme. But this was different: the wars ended years ago, Serbia's former President Slobodan Milosevic is dead and buried, and this...