Word: training
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Searching for informed opinions on the state of music, Crimson Arts plunges into the netherworld of the MBTA (a.k.a. the Pit) to catch a train to cultural nirvana...
...have the good fortune to live with two women whose idea of having fun is making up complicated step routines on the T platform while waiting for the inbound train. That being said, they get a little frustrated when it takes me a slow transfer at Park Street to learn five consecutive moves. They tell me that I should stick with writing. After all, you don't have to move your feet much to do that...
...tougher to find something healthy on the night-train, but even The Crimson Sports Grille (59 JFK St.; 868-5900; Sunday to Wednesday noon to 1 a.m., Thursday to Saturday noon to 2 a.m.) makes it doable. To avoid the premature beer belly, Matty the bartender advises to stick to light beer, vodka and whiskey. The healthiest drink is the vodka tonic. As for the hard Cider/Beer debate, keep in mind that cider has those sugar calories that beer doesn't, but cider has twice the alcohol content and will get you wicked hammered twice as fast...
...upcoming presidential race continues to chug along, hauling a couple of stiff-necked Democrats and a slightly more colorful mix of Republican contenders. And for the most part, it has been a two-car train. The Reform Party--that alternative caboose that rode so visibly in 1992 and 1996--has been conspicuously lagging behind...
...turned our backs to the waves because our life vest in the front has a little pocket of air you can breathe if you're under water. I could hear each wave from behind me like a freight train coming. Then it sounded like a jet going past, as it hit me in the back like a 20-lb. sledgehammer. The waves were like five-story buildings--light green, with whitecaps on top. As they broke over me, it all turned a real royal blue, a real pretty, beautiful blue because of the light shining through...