J. Robert Oppenheimer:
Marguerite de Valois:
Sportswriter extraordinaire Bob Molinaro remembers the San Francisco earthquake of 1989. He was there. A nugget:
A few minutes before the scheduled start of Game 3 between the Oakland A’s and Giants, I was in a media workroom on the mezzanine at Candlestick Park when I heard a rumble from above. At first, we thought it was fans in the upper deck stomping their feet.
Then there came a stranger sound – like 62,000 people taking a collective deep breath – before the room began violently shaking. The lights went out as the shaking continued – for a total of 17 seconds, we would learn.
As this was happening, a feeling of helplessness began in my knees and sent me to the floor. I may have tried to crawl under a table. I remember thinking that I hope the TVs attached to the walls don’t come down.
At the time, my then-in-laws lived in the Bay Area and my father-in-law’s route home included the double-decker freeway that collapsed on itself. He happened to work late that evening.
RIP Tim Hauser, founding member of Manhattan Transfer.
Vocal jazz at its best.
No, he wasn’t actually from New York City, but he might as well have been.