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Cocktails with Art Buchwald

From: Spokane Public Radio
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If I could I would buy Art Buchwald a cocktail. I'd buy him a tall, cool Bloody Mary because I owe him one. Read the full description.

Px000359_small In 1976 when Buchwald visited the campus of my small private college as part of a guest lecturer series, I was the youngest member of the hospitality committee designated to squire him around campus. After he spoke that evening, he asked us to take him to the local hangout. The pub where the students gathered to drink, smoke, see and be seen. We took him to The Tide and Tiger, a rough place across the street. Thinking back, I don't remember uttering a single word that night. I do remember the sound of the jukebox and the loud voices of the partying students in the background. I remember a lot of laughter, and the impish expression on Buchwald's face. I remember the spicy taste of my drink and the feeling of being a part of something very unusual. Maybe something big.

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In 1976 when Buchwald visited the campus of my small private college as part of a guest lecturer series, I was the youngest member of the hospitality committee designated to squire him around campus. After he spoke that evening, he asked us to take him to the local hangout. The pub where the students gathered to drink, smoke, see and be seen. We took him to The Tide and Tiger, a rough place across the street. Thinking back, I don't remember uttering a single word that night. I do remember the sound of the jukebox and the loud voices of the partying students in the background. I remember a lot of laughter, and the impish expression on Buchwald's face. I remember the spicy taste of my drink and the feeling of being a part of something very unusual. Maybe something big.

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Review of Cocktails with Art Buchwald

This first person essay is a nice reminiscence about an evening with Art Buchwald when the narrator was a student 30 years ago. It is well written and well read. I'm not sure it has a particular point to make other than to provide an enjoyable remembrance of some time spent with a legend, and it does it well.

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Review of Cocktails with Art Buchwald

What a wonderful voice for sharing her memory!
She has such a pleasant voice and such a cute way of telling her story.

I feel that I was being introduced to many colorful people and I was very happy to make their aquaintance and I certainly hope to meet more of them and hear their stories.

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Review of Cocktails with Art Buchwald

Great slice o' life. Terrific story about an American icon. Told in a very casual, chatty and completely captivating way.

I loved the part about not knowing what cocktail to order and how she tried to remember, from movies, what the names of cocktails were. And then realizing that she was underage and being worried about the police breaking in and busting her. Hilarious.

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Thursday, March 30, 2006

Cheryl Anne-Millsap: Raising my glass to Art Buchwald's legacy

March 29, 2006

I n the weeks since he checked himself into hospice, choosing to forgo the dialysis treatments that would prolong his life, Art Buchwald has been holding court; eating what he wants to eat, saying what he wants to say and writing what he wants to write. Gifts are pouring in; food and flowers, cards and letters. Well-wishers and the most notable names in the country are clustered around him.

It's only fitting. After all, for more than 50 years as both a syndicated columnist and best-selling author, Buchwald has been there for our amusement.


If I could, I would send him a cocktail. I'd send Art Buchwald a tall, cool Bloody Mary because I owe him one.

In 1976 when Buchwald visited the campus of my small private college in Birmingham, Ala., as part of a guest lectur...
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