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Americans who stay at home can sample the fruits of Soviet industry at trendy stores like New York City's Bloomingdale's, which in August opened a Perestroika Shop. Back-to-school shoppers could choose last week from Soviet items that included watches, sunglasses and Red Star-emblazoned sweat shirts. The department store company is now negotiating to open one or two small Bloomingdale's shops in Moscow next spring. Not to be outdone, Nathan's Famous, a New York-based fast-food chain, last week shipped a 40-ft. mobile restaurant to Moscow, where it will open Sept...
...after him (there is now) -- are often stunned when the indulgence ends. When a reporter at the press conference asked Rose why he was accepting the most severe punishment possible if he had not bet on baseball, Rose was speechless. He turned to his lawyer, Reuven Katz, shiny with sweat beside him, who could only natter on about the fine print of clause F. Katz had fought for several days for language that would allow Rose to stand before the microphones and speak about his banishment as if it were a slump he would soon pull...
...look good on the Nautilus. Rock 'n' roll may be their life -- and their business. It may come naturally to them still, but it sure doesn't come easy. That's what's different. That old winning smugness -- their magisterial self-assurance -- is gone. There's a lot of sweat in these songs...
Easy to imagine Stewart smiling over Slipping Away. Easy, too, to hear such a stalwart pro lose patience with all this fretting about age and nostalgia. That may be the better way. Play the music, keep it up front and don't sweat the future. "Talent will survive," says Aretha Franklin, who mounted a successful tour herself this summer. "People with true talents and gifts will stand the test of longevity, with good business management." Right. Leave the fretting to everyone else. There is, indeed, a good measure of concern to go around...
...bushes, in the potato fields. On the now empty road there was only the cart on which my grandfather was lying. He could see the planes coming at him, how suddenly they dived down. When the planes disappeared, we returned to the cart and my mother wiped the sweat off Grandfather's face. After each raid sweat rolled down Grandfather's tired, emaciated face...