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Episode Two: (November 1988, Winthrop's Standish courtyard, about 1 a.m.) While heading home after a long night of studying in Winthrop's house library, I am greeted on the sidewalk by what I initially think is a squirrel. A quick second look at a long, hairless tail convinces me that this rodent, now running for the bushes, is no innocuous squirrel, but a well...
...several mornings before he left, Reagan brought his friendly squirrels a double ration of acorns. He spread them out on the veranda beyond his window and watched the scramble. His staff found a squirrel-size sign that read BEWARE OF DOGS and placed it along the squirrel path. When President-elect Bush came around for his final minutes with his old mentor and boss, Reagan pointed out the sign, mindful that the Bushes will move in with a pregnant English springer spaniel named Millie and before long the grounds will swarm with puppies. "I'll keep the sign right there...
...guess you could say I'm somewhat attractive, but not stunning," Tom Hanks admits somewhat ruefully. "I'll look in the mirror and if the lighting's right, think, 'This ain't bad.' At other times I look as if a squirrel has slept in my hair and as if I've been slugged in the nose. My butt's too big, and my chest's too small...
Then, like a hawk spotting a squirrel, Anderson banks sharply left and dives. Crammed into a cockpit no bigger than half a phone booth, he has the sensation of "riding on the tip of a pencil" when he wrenches the F-16 sideways, almost upside down. The tank appears below him through his canopy ceiling. For a microsecond the world is turned on its back. Anderson is pulling the stick toward him to "lift" the plane horizontally and down. Simultaneously, he eyes a cockpit screen called a heads-up display. The tank, seen distantly through the screen as if through...
People are full of theories about my popularity. Some compare me to Rocky and Bullwinkle -- you remember, the plucky squirrel and the jug-eared moose -- or some klutz named Mork from Ork, because these bozos seemed to be entertaining children while really offering sophisticated satire of politics and pop culture. One notion is that because I am a shut-in, to stay hidden, and learn everything I know about the world from TV, I constitute some sort of commentary on what children learn from watching the box. Another idea is that I am sort of a metaphorical child myself...