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Death of a Sleazeball
I T'S a lucky man who can write his own eulogy. And this, dear reader, is mine. As I write
Ask Not What You Can Do for the Kennedy School
I T'S SHOCKING. I was looking for a place to sleep when I happened to notice that the lights were
On the Road
D AWN is rolling in like vicious thunder and so are we, floating at speed across the Nevada wastes with
The Windsor War
1981. She was a kindergarten teacher from the sticks. He, heir to the throne of Great Britain. Together, their love
The Week That Was
I T'S BEEN a bad week. Monday morning I woke up late, burnt my toast, and dented my fender trying
Coffee at the U.N.
F EW OUTSIDE the New York literary scene are familiar with the esoteric pleasures of the most elite of the
Summer: And the Living Wasn't Easy
I T'S GOOD to be back in the pages of Cambridge's only breakfast table daily, and for those of you
A Shot in the Stark
I T WAS nice and sunny the other day so I went out my garage and pulled the dustcover off
Summertime Blues
A LL OVER the world, people are getting ready for that warmest of seasons, summer. Except, of course, in the
Spring Sex Tips
O NCE AGAIN, as the high mountain snows, melting, add their crystal effluviance to the swelling gurgle of rivulets, and