Word: subways
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...have to admit, though, some things about Fenway are growing on me. The bleacher fans are always in good spirits (especially when a Yankee fan gets tossed for bad behavior), and I am starting to appreciate the drunken banter (and ass-grabbing) on the crowded subway ride back to Park Street...
DIED. JERRY STERNER, 62, playwright who penned the 1989 off-Broadway hit Other People's Money; of a heart attack; in New York City. Back when the New York subway cost 15[cents] to ride, Sterner worked the graveyard shift as a token seller. During nearly six years manning his booth, he wrote seven plays...
...more wall of safety has been breached, one more belief shattered. Japan is a country in which, despite rising rates of violent crime, people generally feel safe enough to let six-year-olds ride the Tokyo subways by themselves, and schoolchildren wander about on school trips without chaperones. The country's murder rate, for example, is one-sixth of that in the U.S. Yet, ever since the sarin-gas subway attacks at the hands of a religious cult in 1995 left 12 people dead and thousands injured, Japan has become increasingly aware that something is wrong with its well-ordered...
...Japanese, one more wall of safety has been breached. One more belief exploded. Despite rising rates of violent crime, people still generally feel safe, safe enough to let 6-year-olds ride the Tokyo subways by themselves. Yet since the subway sarin-gas attacks at the hands of the Aum Shinrikyo religious cult in 1995 left 12 people dead and thousands injured, the Japanese have had to face the realization that something was becoming terribly unhinged in their well-ordered society. In 1997 a 14-year-old Kobe teenager killed and beheaded an 11-year-old playmate. A year later...
...York City as a college student one night 22 years ago. There were no Mexicans in New York in 1979--none I could find anyway. It took me a month of deep-cover detective work to find out where I could buy tortillas. I had to take the subway 15 stops downtown to an old Spanish store, and even there all I could find were three-packs of frozen white tortillas. They were disgusting, and I was depressed...