Sublime

There was little fundamental difference between the racial views of Richard Russell—those views expressed with a courtliness and patrician charm that made men refer to him as “knightly”—and the rantings of a Bilbo or Cotton Ed Smith, however much this Russell of the Russells of Georgia might feel that demagoguery was beneath him. The difference lay

Of the many places I waited in NYC, by far the most memorable was Phebe’s Wine and Dine (whine and dine) on the Bowery. It stayed open until four a.m. and served four very distinct clienteles: actors from local downtown theater companies (including Michael Chiklis, who was the NICEST guy, even to the waitstaff); NYU students, who would buy a $5 pit

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think Focus was next. This is a pretty conservative gay group from extremely conservative Orange County. The Focus group carried a large sign reading “Homosexuals for Ronald Reagan.” I heard one woman spectator on the sidewalk say, “I can forgive them for being homosexuals, but not for being for Ronald Reagan.”

Lillian had a singular talent for pushing people over the edge. Waring was no exception. “He’s a convicted criminal!” Waring charged toward her. “How dare you believe him over me!” Westcliff reached them in three strides, but Matthew had already moved in front of Lillian, protecting her from Waring’s wrath.

Vincent had a definitive white rock ’n’ roll voice – reedy, urgent, vulnerable