Undisputed: Buster Douglas vs. Mike Tyson, 25 Years Later
And you'd never know his mother and best friend, Lula, had died 23 days ago in her Linden home following a hypertension-induced stroke. From across the room, J.D. McCauley eyes his nephew Word near ringside is the champ has been pounding the wall ...
February 2, 2015
History's Headlines: Lehigh County Courthouse clock ticking for 100 years
It's 1:45 p.m. by the hands on the Roman numeral clock on the back wall of the courtroom at the old Lehigh County Courthouse annex. On the bench, Judge Michele Varricchio is For Varricchio, who looks out on the courtroom, the clock on the back wall ...
October 11, 2014
Switzerland: Soaking up sensual pleasures
ZURICH, SWITZERLAND—This was the last place I expected to find myself half naked with a bunch of strangers in public, yet here I was, floating under an azure sky framed by clock towers and church spires, the murmur of an ancient city flowing by, the ...
October 16, 2014
The Waldorf Astoria, Elegant Dining at a New York Landmark
It occupies an entire city block. From Park to Lexington Avenues, from 48th to 49th Streets. The Waldorf Astoria is a legend, a flagship hotel that preserves the past with dignity and proclaims the future with modern amenities. A hotel of this stature ...
October 22, 2014
New BC breweries gamble on hard graft, craft beer 4 - Brewed Awakening
Wooden palettes used to deliver materials were broken up, sanded down and used as wall cladding. The steel The tasting lounge concept really chimes with the notion of a neighbourhood brewery, which both Brassneck and 33 Acres claim to be. Michnik ...
May 29, 2013
McCauley vs. Ali. On June 25, 1971, J. D. McCauley fought Muhammad Ali in an exhibition match at Hara Arena in Dayton, Ohio, with Joe Louis as the guest referee. Ali’s boxing license had recently been reinstated—it had been stripped four years earlier for his refusal to enlist in the Vietnam War—and he was taking a promotional tour of the country, fighting largely unknown opponents. Ali won the rounds, but he was more focused on Louis than McCauley, the fighter-turned-trainer remembers with a laugh. When James Douglas was born, his aunt Helen thought his skin color was lighter than that of his relatives, so she called him “Butter. ” His skin darkened as he grew, he says, and the nickname, somehow, evolved into “Buster. His father, Bill, and uncle J. D. were both pro boxers, and his aunt Peggy was a member of the Columbus RoadRunnners softball team. “Buster’s always been more comfortable around kids than adults,” says Douglas’ manager John Johnson. Douglas’ championship run was a team effort. “They knew I had the potential, and they made me believe even more,” he says of J. D. McCauley, his uncle, left, and Johnson, right. “A good offense is a good defense,” Douglas says of his boxing philosophy. James Douglas is dancing.
It’s 1:45 p. m. by the hands on the Roman numeral clock on the back wall of the courtroom at the old Lehigh County Courthouse annex. On the bench, Judge Michele Varricchio is engaged in explaining the law to those that come before her, just as judges have done for 100 years in this big, Second Renaissance Revival style space. For Varricchio, who looks out on the courtroom, the clock on the back wall seems almost like a work of art. Recently Mike Stimpfl, building manager for Lehigh County, needed to take it down for some minor repairs. The mechanism that runs the clock has had to be repaired, and parts have had to be replaced over the years. Yet the face, according to Stimpfl, which is made of marble and bears the name of its maker “E. HOWARD COMPANY and its home city BOSTON,” is as it was when it started keeping time at the outbreak of World War I. While the clock was being repaired... The story of the courtroom’s clock is also tied to the history of the building itself. It was pioneered by McKim, Mead and White, a firm of New York architects who felt that it best expressed the ideals of a proud, young country on the verge of becoming an international power, and also by the “City Beautiful” movement, an attempt to...
By day, the Frauenbad is a women’s swim club, by night a dance bar for both genders. Butter doesn’t taste like this, not on any continent I’ve visited. This is not a country of hedonism and excess, but it is a country ruthlessly dedicated to the orderly pleasure and satisfaction of all five senses. The murmur of casual chatter, splashing fountains, rolling trams, heels clicking on cobblestone and rattling espresso cups form an urban symphony that swells and fades with the day. they chime every 15 minutes across the city and for almost an hour at dusk. A casual comment by a Rietberg Museum guide deepened my own pleasure at viewing fine art. Describing the anonymous artist who made a small chalice in China 5,000 years ago, she said, “Fire was his art. ” Suddenly I saw the little black cup as just an echo of the art, and the true art as the instant of the artist’s dance with the divine in the act of creation. That sense lingered at the Kronenhalle Restaurant, where I dined surrounded by original works of Picasso, Chagall, Kandinsky and Matisse, and it lingered still when I returned to the magnificent Widder Hotel. The hotel, itself, is a work of art.