Word: walking
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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ENTER TO GROW in wisdom. Never take your steps for granted, young man. Look too far ahead of you and you'll walk off a cliff and break your ass. Hard. So you take it a step at a time, and don't look back until you finished the trail and it's time to digest some food. Look over your shoulder too early and you'll see a great gray blur and you'll git too dizzy too quick and fall 300 feet to the icy ground...
Hardly a month before, Margaret O'Brien had appeared in Meet Me in St. Louis, contributing a turn that combined show-biz razzle-dazzle and pulverizing emotional honesty. Her Halloween night walk down to the dark end of the street, toward an old house that loomed before her with the architecture of every childhood nightmare and the threat of every young uncertainty, was as scary and as true as movie acting ever gets...
...whether or not you approve of the dollar-garnished deity, it's their festival, and it's free. And it's fun, festival, and it's free. And it's fun. The Green Line will take you there. Just get off at Haymarket and walk up to Salem St. If you get lost, ask for directions. Or follow the smell or the noise. But if some overbearing food vendor tries to sell you the tripe--an infamous Italian-American delicacy--beware. It's cow intestine...
...newspaper article is not reality; it is the reporter's closest acceptable approximation of it. The difference between "gonzo" and "objective" journalism is that while AP/UPI/New York Times/Harvard Crimson news articles usually walk a treacherous tightrope between what the reporter actually believes has happened and the accepted rules of "fairness and balance" and attribution for everything, the gonzo piece just spews observations and conclusions that would have no place in formal, tightly constructed "factual journalism...
...main prop-a seven-cent Ricoro cigar. "I'd go into one of those places where they would press your suit while you stood in your underwear. I'd put it on hot-I wouldn't bend my knees until it had cooled off-and walk down the street with the Ricoro in my mouth. Nobody ever asked me what I did for a living. They knew it. I was in show business...