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...build their gelaterias in far corners of the globe. They know that real gelato is a delicate thing that cannot survive being taken out and put back into a freezer, that it is best consumed where it is made. That's what Melissa Green, 36, an HR manager in Tampico, Ill., learned in September during her first trip to Italy, when she consumed her first gelato. After a few bites of green apple, a light went on, illuminating her future: "I tasted this, and I was like, We have got to bring this back home...
...streaking 747 was so far ahead of schedule that a swing over Tampico, Ill., Reagan's birthplace, was wedged into the flight plan. The pilot dipped the plane's wings, and Nancy called out, "Quick, get Ron and Patti to take a look." They gazed silently out the windows. The tiny cluster of buildings on a land-sea of vivid green summer corn quickly slid beyond view. "A lot of corn," said Nancy. Mike Deaver, who had served Reagan so loyally, wore the cuff links that he had given Reagan on his 75th birthday. Nancy had recently returned them. Deaver...
...three things: drama, politics and sports, and I'm not sure they always come in that order," Reagan once said. His picture in the high school yearbook bore the caption "Life is just one grand sweet song, so start the music." He was born on Feb. 6, 1911, in Tampico, Ill., in that Midwestern heartland that is thought to be the seedbed of national heroes. But nothing about his origins augured any remarkable success. His father Jack, who had never reached high school, was a shoe salesman and an alcoholic. The family moved often; money was short. Reagan...
...about his childhood, I discovered things I didn't know about him. "Fire engines were horse-drawn then," he wrote about his early years, "and the sight of them made me decide I wanted to be a fireman." I also didn't know how, on a Saturday night in Tampico, Ill., a 9-year-old Dutch Reagan, along with a friend, found a shotgun belonging to the boy's father and blew a hole in the family's ceiling. We pore over our parents' childhoods when we are past our own and have grown old enough to be curious...
...barrio there; I had paisanos there; there were murals and and taquerias, rancheras and pinatas. The border was a long way away. It would take our family three full days of driving from Chicago just to get to Mexico--much less to visit our relatives in Mexico City, Tampico, Guadalajara and Yucatan...