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...thief who specializes in Cadillacs. "Your Porsche, your Corvette, your Jaguar, your Mercedes, I can get you them, but I'm not used to them, you know?" His current complaint: a state trooper has eaten his driver's license. Or an aristocratic homosexual cruiser who solicits a cop. Or a kid so simple that he sets himself up for a drug rap. Kennedy's friends and co-workers are equally indelible: a colleague with whom he shares an addiction to the Red Sox, a gabby investigator named Bad Eye Mulvey, and a weary cop who specializes...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Classy Sleaze | 3/31/1980 | See Source »

...gives texture and meaning to a great many gay lives." Adds Anthropologist Edgar Gregersen of Queens (N.Y.) College, who studies sexual mores: "If you make your first sexual contact in a public toilet or in the back of a truck where the guy next to you may be a cop ready to arrest you or a psychopath waiting to hack off your genitals, Leather Gulch is an ideal ambience...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sexes: The Gay World's Leather Fringe | 3/24/1980 | See Source »

...cold and wet, but there's nothing but warmth inside when I watch Jim Palmer twirl a four-hitter for my San Francisco Seals, winning 4-1 and improving my record to three of four. Keep it quiet, but I think the Seals have the horses to cop...

Author: By Bruce Schoenfeld, | Title: Marching in Place | 3/19/1980 | See Source »

...year history. Sporting a 9-11 record with two games remaining, coach Dick Bertrand's charges topped Providence and Boston University to edge Maine for the final playoff spot, and then knocked off the tournament's top three seeds--Boston College, Clarkson and the Big Green--to cop the title...

Author: By Bruce Schoenfeld, | Title: Cornell Plasters Big Green, Captures Sixth ECAC Crown | 3/17/1980 | See Source »

Times Square simmers in July. Dodging early morning traffic on what always seems the hottest day of the summer, I wait for the ugly melody of the construction worker's yell at dawn. The faces stare back at me--a tired traffic cop; the bag lady, waking from a night's sleep in front of a burnt-out marquee; the sleazy bum waiting for Caesar's massage parlor to open its doors to all his lust. By the end of the summer I told time by these people. Their habits were so fixed that I knew I was late...

Author: By James L. Cott, | Title: Hot Town, Summer in the City | 3/15/1980 | See Source »

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