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...refugee resettlement organization, Lien and her brothers were brought to the United States a year and a half ago. Now ages 18, 19, and 25, they live under church sponsorship in a small clapboard house in a New England sea town. There are bicycles on the porch, a struggling tomato plant in the yard, bright white T-shirts on the clothesline, and a fully stocked refrigerator in the kitchen. During the summer months they bicycle everyday past candy and clothing stores to their coffee shop jobs. During the rest of the year the boys attend the local high school, where...
...mercy of either their effusive kindness or blackhearted contempt. One garrulous shopkeeper held me captive with a rapid-fire series of cheerful comments and questions, most of which flew past my comprehension. A neighboring grocer whacked my hand and swept me out of the store when I squeezed a tomato. The fact that I was unable to find simple and moderate good-naturedness among the Parisians left me Jangled and teary-eyed at the end of each...
Young recalls that in the days before the SEC existed, "there were no required disclosures, no data. Editors had to guess at sales figures." One enterprising FORTUNE writer, doing a story on the secretive Campbell Soup Co., noted how much butter went into a vat of tomato soup, priced the cost of wholesale butter and other ingredients and figured Campbell's annual profits at $6 million. He also estimated the estate of its former owner at $120 million...
...liqueur-based delicacies, a dozen variations on chocolate and elusive essences like cantaloupe. Not to mention A1 Gelato's trompe l'oeil "spaghetti," made of Marsala-laced, eggy zabaglione ice cream run through a spaghetti press and topped with chocolate meatballs, puréed strawberries for the tomato effect and a sprinkling of grated coconut to resemble Parmesan cheese. Who needs pasta...
...either their effusive kindness or black hearted contempt. One garrulous shopkeeper held me captive with a rapid-fire series of cheerful comments and questions, most of which flew past my comprehension. A neighboring grocer whacked my hand and swept me out of the store when I squeezed a tomato. The fact that I was unable to find simple and moderate good-naturedness among the Parisians left me jangled and teary-eyed at the end of each...