Otis

Otis, who tells me he was called “Saladin” on the inside, has taken an almost tragically circuitous route in getting here.

Identity issues seem to have dogged Otis since his troubles began.

I meet Otis J. the night he arrives at “The Castle,” a West Harlem halfway house for newly-released convicts.

Otis says he was wearing a tan jacket similar to one described by witnesses.

Otis Moss, Jr., the noted African-American civil rights leader and confidant of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., concurred.

"I wish the old homes of England had electric lights," thought Miss Otis, with a sigh.

For Isabel Otis the genius loci had a more powerful and enduring magnetism than any man or woman she had ever known.

Two years before her death Mrs. Otis was glad to bury her mortification and misery in Rosewater.

James Otis recovered from a temporary fit of insanity only to grow strangely suspicious of Samuel Adams.

General Otis sent frequent cablegrams to Washington expressing his belief that the war would soon come to an end.