Word: austin
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...hero lives in a trailer in a junkyard in Austin, Texas. He's involved in an "abbusive" relationship with his 62-year-old, wheelchair-using "granfather," who may be the meanest man in the world as well as being an extraterrestrial. Walter is charged with caring for the "gristtly old basterd." They share their encampment with 14 junkyard dogs, to which they feed only vegetables: "Granfather thinks it makes them lean & mean ... What it does do is make them skinny with patchy bald spots and crap a lot. Tomatos are a real problem...
...small group of the economically elite amasses more and more of the nation's wealth with little sense of noblesse oblige. Boutique values and transient commitments are just perfect for the residents of gated communities who have little time to spare in their rush for profit. DAVID S. LITTON Austin, Texas Via E-mail...
Gladiola Campos, an effervescent sophomore at the University of Texas at Austin, found herself outside a Los Angeles hotel the other day handing leaflets to a busload of Japanese tourists. "Konnichi-wa," she greeted each one with a little bow. "Good day." The flyers urged the visitors to boycott the New Otani Hotel, which has been fighting a three-year union-organizing effort by its mostly Latino employees. And to reinforce the message, as soon as the tour bus closed its door, Campos and four other college students hopped inside a van and tailed it along the freeway...
...Jarosek, 71, belongs to the third generation of a Czech-American family to farm in the Taylor area, near Austin. In February he sold some of his small herd of cattle, which consisted of "45 mamas," as he puts it, for 65 [cents] a pound. A few weeks ago, he sold more for 29 [cents] a pound and then another few for 20'. He has 20 "mama cows" and little money left to buy feed. "This may be my last year," he says...
...slammed into the gravel 30 yds. away, bounced across the lake and tore up some trees. Drenched and pelted by golf ball-size hailstones, I ran for my truck. By the time I reached it, there was only a gentle drizzle falling, and the birds were singing. DENNIS MCCOWN Austin, Texas...