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...field, you just want to be out there," explains Lisa. Grins 16-year-old Robin Coburn, a tall, willowy junior who has already made the line: "It's just a big deal. And your names are announced at the games." On those Friday nights every autumn, high school football mania sweeps across Texas, consuming everything in its path. But unlike Northern fans, Texans never streak for the restrooms and hot-dog stands at halftime. They stay to see the marching band and, especially, to watch the high-strutting twirlers showing off flash, skill and baby fat in their tight...
...knows for sure why twirling is so popular in Texas and most of the South. Some say it is part of a vaguely defined "Southern culture." Others suggest that twirling is encouraged by the warm autumn weather and a lack of organized sports for girls. Some feminists argue that in Texas more than elsewhere the preferred way for a girl to get ahead is to catch a man's eye, and what better way is there than twirling? Whatever its roots, the twirling line is as Texan as Lone Star Beer and chicken-fried steaks...
...Autumn Sonata I haven't had the energy to drag myself to, and I know I should, except I did drag myself to The Serpent's Egg, and boy was that a turkey (sorry, Ingmar). Ingrid Bergman is said to be spectacular, and I can just picture Live Ullman suffering (that little Swede was just born to suffer), and I will see it, I will see it, just let me take my time, and I'll get to it, I'm going...
Ingrid Bergman, on her latest role as a too busy career mother in Autumn Sonata: "My friends feel that this is not acting-this...
...recount the tale of garlic (the early Greeks and Israelites learned about it from the Egyptians). He waxes more poetic about apples, rejecting the notion that this was the fruit forbidden to Adam and Eve. "The apple-the apple I know, the apple of country cider and the autumn roadside bushel-would be out of character in so sinister a role...