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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...anthrax." And businesses, fully aware that Halloween is the nation's second biggest shopping holiday, are trying to adapt too. Universal Studios in Orlando, Fla., is continuing its 11-year tradition of Halloween Horror Nights but has changed the name of its dance club from the Blood Bath to the Ooze Zone. Other businesses are erring on the side of even greater prudence. General Growth Properties, owner of 145 malls, from the Silver City Galleria in Taunton, Mass., to the Ala Moana Center in Honolulu, plans to cancel its annual trick-or-treating events...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Red, White and Boo! | 10/29/2001 | See Source »

Next, says Friedman, "try whatever you normally do to relax." Not alcohol: that might take the edge off briefly, but the anxiety will return. Much better to try healthy anxiety reducers like deep breathing, exercise, yoga or meditation. A hot bath is also a good idea, and a cup of herbal tea like Tension Tamer can do just what it says...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: How To Deal With Anxiety | 10/29/2001 | See Source »

Upon entering this bath of antiquity, it is immediately obvious that one has stepped back in time to a place long forgotten. An era of Americana which hearkens back to the days of skilled iron work and detailed engravings to pride the finest guildsmen...

Author: By J. M. Greenbaum, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: A Bathroom Fit for a Queen | 10/18/2001 | See Source »

Winthrop J-entryway: Li’l Sampson Lamberth, son of Senior Tutor Courtney Bickel Lamberth, spent Tuesday’s bath time playing with his new plastic sailboat. “Great job, sweetie!” Dr. Lamberth said. Are you playing with your boat? Can you say boat?” Young Sampson simply grinned and peed...

Author: By S. G. Bromley, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: FM Presents: Lesser-Known Regattas! | 10/18/2001 | See Source »

...chicken would fall from his tiny mouth and scatter around his metallic chair until someone, usually my mother, cleaned it up or the cat got hungry. After lunch he would struggle, the muscles on his face contorted as he used his arms to propel his body toward his bath down the hall. I tried talking to him, but he never responded with anything more than a muffled grunt or a confused glance. Maybe it was the age difference: I was nine and he was twenty...

Author: By William L. Adams, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: A Word About John | 10/4/2001 | See Source »

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