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In the company of Nick Nolte, master storyteller

In the company of Nick Nolte, master storyteller

He appears as if a flicker among the rose bushes and sycamores. He squints, tilts his head in that signature way, and smiles with new teeth. "Just got 'em. $3,000 a set. They hurt." He laughs, waves you on, riffing and drawing you in like a confidant on a bar stool or an usher in a pew between Masses. Nick Nolte's take on things slides from the lyrical to the exasperating: "a beloved little run of a play," or "I dropped acid with professors when it was legal," or "the lawyers really went at it," or "one of my ex-wives gets $1,000 out of my pension." In a preening town neurotic about image, Nolte, who once played football in...

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