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Making Up Lost Time

Standing on the platform in Emeryville waiting to board the California Zephyr at its origin station, we heard a crackling intercom announcement telling us that our train would be arriving forty-five minutes late. Failing to turn off the PA, a low hum followed the conclusion of the announcement, and, moments later, the station attendant’s voice

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The Herald Takes on Love

Valentines Day is about love, but what does that mean? What does any of this mean? This week, the Herald staff tried to figure it out 200 words at a time. From the absurd to the earnest to visual, the blurbs below are a quilt — wrap yourself in it, and don't forget to enjoy!

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Mixed Signals: The Future of Pedestrian Safety in New Haven

Cornered Every day, hundreds of Yale students break the law. We all do it on the way to class—at the intersections of Elm and College, Prospect and Grove, Chapel and York. We know a-squared plus b-squared equals c-squared, and, in the pursuit of efficiency, we cross right down the hypotenuse of the intersection. The Barnes

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Notebooks Filled, Ghosts Unburdened

We cleared out our gong gong’s room over winter break. My grandma had already stripped the bed: hollowed it out and reduced it to its bones. His clothes and leftover diapers had been donated to a neighborhood old folks’ home. By his desk, in six uneven stacks, the last of his things lay unceremoniously on

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A Viral Climate: EEE and its unnerving future in New England

Pat Shaw, 77, was enjoying retired life with her high school sweetheart, Jerry Shaw, when she came down with a cold in the middle of August. Pat felt mostly normal at first—all she had was a small headache. She would still join Jerry at their kitchen table to read the paper over coffee every morning.

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I AM PRIDE CORP

I found their names on a list of Pride Corp’s board members. We planned to meet promptly, at their earliest convenience. I showed up late and out of breath, unprofessional. Jared and Tyler — they requested that I only use their first names — stood cramped in a corner of Book Trader Cafe, next to

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Post-Religious, Post-Ironic, Post-Scientific

When I arrived at Branford College as a plucky first-year student, I was told by upperclassmen never to step on the seal in the Branford courtyard. If I did, I would fail my exams, or have my internship applications denied, or not graduate — the story always changed. But to this day, I’ve never stepped

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A Patient Transition

“I see people coming back, coming back, for the same issues, and I know that they’re really not well enough to stay well outside of a hospital for an extended period of time.”    Medical professionals like June F., a registered nurse in Connecticut, often wish to keep their patients around for observation, just to

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