U.S. defends Kurds; expands strikes in Syria.
Ferguson police officer shot; suspect at large.
Storms soak Arizona, knocking out power to thousands.
R.I.P. James Traficant, former Ohio congressman.
The Tigers lost again to the Twins 12-3.
Sierra Leone begins three-day lockdown to fight ebola.
Dozens of Turkish hostages freed from ISIS captivity.
Intruder jumps fence, makes it to the White House doors.
NFL commissioner says league will revamp its domestic violence policy.
R.I.P. Angus Lennie, 84, actor in The Great Escape.
The Tigers walloped the Royals 10-1.
ISIS beheads British hostage David Haines.
Australia commits military forces to fight ISIS.
North Korea sentences American to six years in prison.
Pennsylvania state trooper killed in ambush.
R.I.P. Theodore J. Flicker, 84, creator of Barney Miller.
Tropical Update: TS Edouard is staying out at sea.
The Tigers beat Cleveland 5-4.
President Obama doesn’t mince words on the fate of ISIS.
There’s a cease-fire in Ukraine.
A chartered plane carrying 100 Americans forced to land in Iran is free.
“Unresponsive” airplane crashes near Jamaica after flying off course from Rochester.
R.I.P. Bruce Morton, 83, veteran reporter for CBS News.
The Tigers lost to the Giants 8-2.
President Obama at NATO summit: reject isolationism.
Former Virginia Gov. Bob McDonnell convicted on corruption charges.
BP found “reckless” in Gulf spill; faces $18 billion fine.
Federal judge blocks Ohio early-voting change.
Kansas A.G. blocks Democratic candidate’s withdrawal from Senate race.
R.I.P. Joan Rivers, 81, comedian, director, and producer.
The Tigers beat Cleveland 11-4 in extra innings.
President Obama will allow surveillance flights over Syria.
Egypt and U.A.E. bombing militants in Libya.
Thousands gathered for the funeral for Michael Brown in St. Louis.
Rick Perry’s lawyers seek dismissal of charges.
Congratulations to the Emmy winners.
The Tigers had the night off.
Journalist held hostage in Syria freed.
6.0 earthquake hits Napa Valley; three people critically injured.
Britain identifies man who killed James Foley.
Oh, goody! Paul Ryan wants to run for president.
R.I.P. Richard Attenborough, 90, actor (The Great Escape) and director (Gandhi).
Tropical Update: It’s now Tropical Storm Cristobal, but it looks like it will miss the U.S. mainland.
The Tigers beat the Twins 13-4.
Rest in peace, Jean Redpath.
Iraqi dam re-taken by Iraqi and Kurdish forces from ISIS.
No deal yet on Israel-Gaza peace talks.
Texas Gov. Rick Perry gets mugged.
The Tigers had the night off.
A lady who defined class and knew how to whistle.
Lauren Bacall, the actress whose provocative glamour elevated her to stardom in Hollywood’s golden age and whose lasting mystique put her on a plateau in American culture that few stars reach, died on Tuesday in New York. She was 89.
Her death was confirmed by her son Stephen Bogart. “Her life speaks for itself,” Mr. Bogart said. “She lived a wonderful life, a magical life.”
With an insinuating pose and a seductive, throaty voice — her simplest remark sounded like a jungle mating call, one critic said — Ms. Bacall shot to fame in 1944 with her first movie, Howard Hawks’s adaptation of the Ernest Hemingway novel “To Have and Have Not,” playing opposite Humphrey Bogart, who became her lover on the set and later her husband.
It was a smashing debut sealed with a handful of lines now engraved in Hollywood history.
“You know you don’t have to act with me, Steve,” her character says to Bogart’s in the movie’s most memorable scene. “You don’t have to say anything, and you don’t have to do anything. Not a thing. Oh, maybe just whistle. You know how to whistle, don’t you, Steve? You just put your lips together and blow.”
Lauren Bacall was born Betty Joan Perske in Brooklyn on Sept. 16, 1924, the daughter of William and Natalie Perske, Jewish immigrants from Poland and Romania. Her parents were divorced when she was 6 years old, and her mother moved to Manhattan and adopted the second half of her maiden name, Weinstein-Bacal.
“I didn’t really have any love in my growing-up life, except for my mother and grandmother,” Ms. Bacall said in the Vanity Fair interview. Her father, she said, “did not treat my mother well.”
From then until her move to Hollywood, Ms. Bacall was known as Betty Bacal; she added an “l” to her name because, she said, the single “l” caused “too much irregularity of pronunciation.” The name Lauren was given her by Howard Hawks before the release of her first film, but family and old friends called her Betty throughout her life, and to Bogart she was always Baby.
I never met her, but I sat behind her at a performance of “Richard III” at the Stratford Festival in 1980 when Brian Bedford was playing the lead. Later we saw her at the next table at The Church restaurant. She and I were both born on September 16.
The brilliance of Robin Williams will always be with us.
There are literally thousands of moments that demonstrate the wit and spontaneity. His voice work on Aladdin was just a small part of it, but they’re some of my favorites.
“Made you look.”
This is a terrible shock.
Oscar winner and comedian Robin Williams died this morning at 63. While his publicist wouldn’t confirm that his death was a suicide, a rep did issue this statement. “Robin Williams passed away this morning. He has been battling severe depression of late. This is a tragic and sudden loss. The family respectfully asks for their privacy as they grieve during this very difficult time.”
Williams, who won an Oscar for his supporting role in Good Will Hunting, will reprise his role as Theodore Roosevelt in the third installment of Night at the Museum this December. He had recently signed on to reprise his beloved role as Mrs. Doubtfire in a sequel to be directed by Chris Columbus, and was last seen opposite Annette Bening in the indie film The Face of Love. His sitcom The Crazy Ones premiered on CBS last fall, but was not picked up for a second season.
According to a press release issued by the Marin County Coronor’s office, the Sheriff’s office suspects the death to be “suicide due to asphyxia.” The 9-1-1 phone call came in just before noon today.
Words fail me at the moment.
Obituary from The New York Times here.
James Brady, the former press secretary for Ronald Reagan who was severely wounded in the March 1981 assassination attempt, has died at age 73.
He and his wife Sarah became champions of handgun control legislation and earned the enmity of the N.R.A. but never backed down.
He died twelve years ago today.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him and miss him. There’s still that worn spot on the bedspread where he slept, and I still make room for him on the bed.
Rest in peace, Elaine Stritch.
She may be gone, but she’s still here.
Egypt is trying to broker a cease-fire between Israel and Hamas.
The U.N. is pulling staff out of Libya in the face of civil struggle.
Citigroup has agreed to a $7 billion fine for their part in the mortgage crisis of 2008.
Sgt. Bowe Bergdahl has been returned to active duty.
R.I.P. Nadine Gordimer, Nobel laureate writer from South Africa.
The Tigers are getting ready for the All-Star game tonight.