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...liquor-store merchants, are all peppered with requests for money, cigarettes and food. "Spare some change?" Brown cries to a man carrying groceries, who lowers his head and scuttles away. "Excuse me!" he shouts to a man in a gray Jaguar, who flashes a frozen smile but keeps his window up and roars away the minute the light turns green. "What's up, pop?" he calls to an elderly couple, who hurriedly push past him. "Just keep asking, keep asking," says Brown after a particularly rude turndown. "Oh, this...
Koch has now extended his crusade to include the ever industrious "squeegees," or windshield wipers, who swarm around cars when they stop at lights or intersections, often slopping dirty water on the window. "If you don't give them a quarter, they smack your windshield," said Koch on a radio talk show. "And in one case the windshield cracked. It's outrageous! It's threatening...
...that will take care of them," says Jennifer Hassan of the Red Cross. "Yet most won't even go near these organizations because they know they have no excuse for not working." But others are disabled and cannot work; still others are eager to carry a bag, wash a window, weed a yard, pump some gas, for whatever they can earn. William Harris, 50, works the parking lot of a Ralphs supermarket in Hollywood. Wearing a gray pinstripe vest, tuxedo shirt, vermilion shoes and blue Yankees cap, he asks customers if he can take their shopping carts back...
...cancer. One was with a 40-year-old waiter, whom she met while working as a medical social worker at St. Thomas's Hospital in London. She recalls how he left her (pounds)500 (then worth more than $2,000) in his will, saying "I will be a window in your home." The words are now engraved below a window in St. Christopher's lobby. The other relationship, which her biographer, Shirley du Boulay, calls "unconsummated, unfulfilled, unresolved," was with a refugee in a home for the dying in east London, where she had gone to work as a newly...
...breaks. Like youth, the longest shots start to go a little awry, until, like hope, they disappear entirely into the darkness of the day. "Unrecoverable," say the caddies without irony, over and over. "Unrecoverable." On the moonlit night, the golf-course hotel might be Baskerville Hall. From the center window of the Roberto de Vicenzo suite, the shadow of the course appears to be moving. Something emits a low, long, unimaginably sad wail. It's a golfer...