“This is a rollercoaster ride, emotionally and mentally and physically, of winning and losing,” he says.
The pilots who took off from Charlestown Naval Auxiliary Air Station were pioneers of night flying, the ghosts of south county but many of them didn’t make it. Some of their spirits may still be roaming the woods of Charlestown. Then the pitch of the engine changed, and Elsa Webster stopped to listen. The plane’s throaty roar picked up an…
On the back of his left hand, Luke Lawrence had written a message to himself in smudged black ink: “Cash Check Bank of America.” The check was for $3,000, money that Luke earned last summer for ten days of work in Scotland, where he taught Team USA’s youth sailing team the finer points of sailboat racing. Besides the three grand,…
Keith Stokes is one of Rhode Island’s most influential people, but no one would call him a party animal. On first meeting the woman who would become his wife, he expounded on a historic cemetery; on family vacations, he dragged his four children into archives and museums. His idea of a big weekend is to hit an arts festival.Yet this…
At exactly 10:01 a.m., a minute after he is supposed to go onstage, Mike Corcoran bursts through the double doors of the auction barn like a gust of wind. The sound of his gruff, throaty voice rises in greeting: “What’s up? Hey there he is, how ya doin’ Dana? Hi Phil! The Roberges are here, all right. How ya doin’…
The new president of the Rhode Island School of Design is about to meet, for the first time, the mayor of Providence, his school’s home city. The president, John Maeda, has in tow two twenty-something-year-old men whom he wants to introduce to the mayor. More accurately, he wants them to introduce to Mayor David Cicilline the new product they’ve been…
More than a decade later, oatsie charles still remembers the taste of a dessert that John Peixinho baked, a sweet concoction of poached meringue floating on creme anglaise in a burnt sugar sauce. Peixinho hosted a dinner that night for their mutual friend, Betty Blake, and it marked the first time that Mrs. Charles—the doyenne of Newport society—saw the inside…
She likes these sessions in the makeup artist’s chair, finds them a last chance to relax before the lights go up and the mike goes live, putting her on the spot to say something interesting about the basketball game quickly unfolding before her.“Do you have your iron?” Doris Burke says to the makeup artist, Alisha, a young woman with raven…
