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Doesn't seem hospitable to label a Texan of some standing a sucker in a small western town--a small western town with an airport, at least one $46 million ranch and visits from Cher--where his ski-happy family has been oiling the local economy since he was a kid. But Massarano doesn't mind. "I've been called worse things, being from Texas," chuckles the 50-year-old, who searched Pitkin County for years before finding the deal of his downhill dreams in the sprawling Hyatt, where the ghosts from bacchanals at the torn-down Continental Inn still...
...holy s___, that's exactly like the Coastal [Indian] color scheme," he says. Prototypes is a tribute, in part, to the "pockets of the third world in Canada ... where artifacts for the native-art industry are produced." Guess that's something to ponder when you're browsing through the airport souvenir shop. www.vanartgallery.bc.ca
...holy s___, that's exactly like the Coastal [Indian] color scheme," he says. Prototypes is a tribute, in part, to the "pockets of the third world in Canada ? where artifacts for the native-art industry are produced." Guess that's something to ponder when you're browsing through the airport souvenir shop. www.vanartgallery.bc.ca
...concerns in one of the places you?d think would be most paranoid about security: a commercial flight. Over the holidays, the FAA temporarily resurrected the post-911 rule forbidding passengers from leaving their seats during the final half hour of any flight headed into Washington?s Reagan National Airport. Inconveniently, the crew of my Reagan-bound flight failed to warn passengers of the approaching limit (as was commonly done), until we had passed it, leaving me not only in need of a bathroom break, but also holding a sealed bag of dirty diapers...
...walk the length of the plane, unescorted, with my pack of poop. Which is exactly what I did, much to the wide-eyed horror of my fellow passengers, who clearly envisioned some burly air marshal tackling me in the aisle and diverting our flight to god know what airport for a six-hour FBI interrogation...