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...shone against the thick, purplish clouds. Apollo 11 had come home; now it was streaking through the earth's familiar atmosphere after completing the most momentous journey in man's history. Two of the three human beings aboard the returning spacecraft had actually landed on the moon, strode effortlessly across its tortured surface and brought a few chunks of lunar rock home with them...
SCATTERING the ever-present pigeons before them, stocky Bavarians strode across the Piazza San Marco, stopping to admire the lofty 11th century basilica, where Christian knights knelt in prayer before setting out on the Fourth Crusade. Not far away, American tourists surveyed the vaulted arches whose proud occupants once presided over Medieval Europe's richest and most powerful city-state. More leisurely visitors sipped wine in the chiaroscuro atmosphere of the Florian Café, where modern expatriates from Ezra Pound to Peggy Guggenheim have gathered to talk. Almost everyone, some time during his visit, found time to marvel...
Then one day Martin's roommate, who was practically engaged to some Cliffie he had known all his life, strode into the room and announced that he had a girl for Martin to meet. He had been introduced to her just that day at the 'Cliffe, and he had told her about Martin. (Not all about Martin; not, not even much about Martin.) Several girls who knew Martin had sworn to this girl that he was really nice, and she had told Martin's roommate to have him give her a call. "Give her a ring," said Martin's roommate...
...crowd, which must have thought the old man was dead or dying. The curtains were drawn, and I waited for the wail of an ambulance, for surely Pop was in need of medical aid. But the sly possum suddenly jumped to his feet, not a mark on him, and strode into the dressing room with a sinister grin on his face, basking in the hatred of the fans and confident that next week would be a packed house. -"My Father the Thing," by Joe Jares Sports Illustrated (March...
...might have predicted the lobby had its quota of potted plants that almost looked real, as well as a man in a light linen suit who stopped reading the Magnolia Daily Defender as I strode into the library. As the receiver hit the cradle of the phone she looked at the card, then looked at me, then said, more with her eyes than with her mouth, "Oh, so you're Mr. Wilson." By the time she said this I hand handed my bag to the bellhop and was taking out my pen t sign the room slip. Presented with...