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Marvin “Bad News” Barnes

If you’re driving to Boston, Rhode Island is little more than a quaint inconvenience—unless you meditate on the game. Rhode Islanders invented the first iron hoop a few years before […]

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Miles Davis

Dear Sir: I started Miles Davis out on trumpet in the sixth grade at the Crispus Attucks School about September 1937. He continued training with me at Lincoln Junior High […]

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Helmut Jahn

Two people in clown makeup pull to a stop at the intersection of Randolph and Clark. One clown draws deeply on her Marlboro, brushes blond hair over her bright red […]

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Quincy Jones

The eagle, the cobra, the pyramid, the balancing stick. Nineteen people contort themselves into agonizing shapes in a Beverly Hills hothouse called Yoga College of India. The camel, the half-tortoise, […]

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Michael Jordan

Knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock, knock. Michael Jordan is in a Peoria hotel hallway, during a preseason road trip his rookie year, trying to get into his teammates’ party. He […]

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Jim McMahon

So you walk into 4141, this yuppie club in uptown New Orleans on the Thursday night before Super Sunday, and this blonde in a chocolate cashmere sweater-and-slacks combo comes up […]

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Martin Short

Just another carefree night for Martin Short. He’s out cruising the town in his new black twelve-cylinder Jaguar with a couple of bottles of Piper-Heidsieck and a few tablespoons of […]

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John Scofield

John Scofield is smoking. Huffing, puffing, you know the rest. Susan Scofield, wife, sits at a table with a cassette recorder. She’s recording. Sometimes, when John raises his voice too […]

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Slim Whitman

Dear Mr. Whitman, I call you Mr. Whitman from total respect for you. Sir, I met you in Canton, the nurse at the record store with the big smile and […]