Irwin's friend Chris White reflected on a friendship that began in 1975. . . . Full of beans, full of life, gung-ho, fearless, tenacious at anything he attempted.

In the hotel restaurant, we had a seventeen-course banquet that we washed down with vodka, cognac, and beer. We walked out farctate, belching, and flatulent.

This revealing exhibition had scarcely closed when an even more startling announcement from the sip000> Republic of China detailed the discovery of a veritable army of life-size figures and animals in a recently opened tomb at Lin-t'ung in Shensi Province of Northwest China.

The “Y” man Americanizes the foreigner and ambitionizes the American