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...complaints. "That's short track." Third, he congratulated Bradbury as the rightful winner. Fourth, he taped up his stitched-up leg - treated in the interim by none other than Eric Heiden, living speed skate legend and this year's team doctor - and proved that even this slacker generation can spit nails and get back on the track. Fifth, he smiled and kept smiling. Sixth, he was - very evidently and very consistently - completely genuine. This guy is Favre, he's Agassi, he's Tiger, he's Namath. This guy's the goods...
...tired. As good as my navigation skills had become, I hated constantly rethinking how to get from point A to point B. It still hurt to hear students whispering about me in class and to feel too scared to say anything. I hated the sound of someone preparing to spit on me as I quickly descended the stairs...
...noise of the first crash traveled two miles north to the Alphabet City firehouse that is shared by Engine 28 and Ladder 11. In good humor as always, Mike was sitting in the front office joking with guys changing shifts when the computer spit out the white slip of paper summoning Engine 28. The six men of Ladder 11 suited up and waited for their slip. Michael Cammarata, 22 and still living in his parents' basement, dialed his father. "Tell everybody I'm all right," he said. Lieut. Michael Quilty, the senior officer on the ladder, called his wife...
Boston research metallurgist Kim Bigelow is no Aristotle Onassis, but he has one thing in common with the late Greek tycoon: he owns a private island. Two of them, actually: 16-acre Green Cay and 1-acre Sandy Spit, both surrounded by azure water and coral reefs, about 10 miles east of St. Thomas in the British Virgin Islands. Bigelow, 60, inherited the properties and has decided to sell them for $1.7 million. The only time he and his wife reconsidered, he says, was in the days after Sept. 11, when owning a private escape from the madness seemed more...
Famously conservative Ross G. Douthat charmed the predominately liberal crowd with his tales of the political iconoclast’s lonely life. “People recognize me on the street and they spit on me,” he said. “People go by my white board and write ‘Die Fascist Pig.’” He then led a singalong to “Part of Your World,” from the Little Mermaid. We are not making this up. We’re thinking about voting Republican...