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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

My May Day With Mikhail

I T'S HELL trying to get into Moscow the week of May 1. Inter-Republic Highway 1 was backed up all

Bored of Justice

I USED to think that nothing would surprise me. When Sasquatch's '68 presidential bid was supressed by the CIA/Better Homes

Taking the Town

T HERE'S REALLY not much in Cambridge for the social critic. Where Oscar Wilde had the stuffy yet elegant mannerisms

The Rutger Awards

E VERY YEAR at this time it is my custom to present the annual Rutger Fury "Humans on Parade" Achievement

Dollar Diplomacy

I found out yesterday morning when I picked up USA Today. It was all there in a sordid from page

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