Word: subways
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Always at the street corner, always at our side, often at our mercy. The wild- eyed man blocks the subway-car aisle, slinging curses and entreaties. The gray madonna and her smudges of children hover outside the church, despair incarnate. The glib hustler in designer jeans glides down the movie line. The kids with the grimy windshield rags orbit the intersection. The old man with no eyes sits on the steam grates in winter in a wet cloud of pain. The obsequious panhandler waits outside the automated-teller machines, where wallets are full and walls are transparent. Somehow, always never...
...police are too busy to spend their time and manpower hustling panhandlers out of sight. It is left to individuals to decide in private how they are going to confront the inevitable challenge to their daily routines when a beggar crosses their paths, interrupts their reveries or places their subway cars under siege. And for more and more, the decision is no longer automatic. "A lot of people go through a great internal debate every time they're approached for money," says Bob Prentice, San Francisco's ) homeless coordinator. "The hostile people just want to get rid of them...
Good taste may be wilting Italy's old enthusiasm for fleshly displays, but this summer's cover-up is nothing short of confusing. In some parts of the country, nudity is still winked at -- literally -- or actively encouraged; in others, flaunting the flesh seems to enrage beholders. Rome's subway is definitely not for the shirtless. Irate passengers last week ganged up on bare-chested Belgian Tourist Daniel Serge Meuree, 23, when he ignored a conductor's suggestion to put on more clothing. Fists flew, and Meuree was hauled to a police station. After a lecture on proper attire...
...great. Day games at Wrigley have now joined the Ghosts of Baseball Past. Ghosts that call each other "Babe" and "Dizzy," carry bats the size of Redwood trees, smother balls in Vaseline, spit and lard, pitch both games of a doubleheader (what's that?) and take the subway for a World Series game against cross-town rivals...
This is the first summer that I haven't been to the Stadium. Instead of being a subway ride away, I'm now an Eastern shuttle away. The convenience has vanished...