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Besides, the Church had learned to live with Berrigan and planned parenthood, even if it was an uneasy truce, so it could probably learn to live with old-line heretics like Ignatius. No sweat--it might even learn to live with Harvard, which isn't easy. Everybody living with everyone else in peace and truth and veritas! It sounded like either the Sermon on the Mount of something from the Gazette. I couldn't figure out which. But it didn't really matter...
...Chicano, who in fact talks like Skiddy von Stade with a high-school Spanish accent. Hell, he figured, we're talking money and pride and no more having to work in the fields, no more of his parents having to work in the fields, no more dust and sweat and callouses for a couple of bukcs a day. By the time he was a sophomore, Paco knew he was gong to get a lot out of Harvard...
...steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Like Rocky. This is all because Mr. Duane Bobick is going to fight Mr. Ken Norton on May 11th in Madison Square Garden. Long John also remembers Ken Norton. Norton is that movie star who made some guy named Ali sweat to hold onto his crown. But Bobick is 38-0, the magazine says. Bobick KO'ed Chuck Wepner, the Bleeder from Bayonne, in six rounds. Joe Frazier is training Bobick, teaching him the tricks of the trade. An upset...
Coal mining is tough, dirty, two-fisted business--the most hazardous blue-collar job in the world. The heat that comes out of Boston's radiators and the light that comes from Boston's lamps is the direct product of the sweat of people in Harlan County, Kentucky, or somewhere else in the coalfields that stretch from south Pennsylvania and West Virginia to Alabama and west to Illinois. Once every three days, a man dies in the mines for someone else's heat and light, for someone else's steel...
...missed not a one. This part of the journey--from the Fogg past the GSAS and onto Divinity Ave.--I had affectionately termed Heart Attack Hill. Which is what anyone who saw and knew me got when they spotted my matching tee-shirt, gym shorts and Rene LaCoste sweat socks...