Word: beaching
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Died. Candace Mossler Garrison, 56, the hard-bitten blonde who was acquitted with her nephew-boy friend in 1966 of murdering her husband, Millionaire Jacques Mossier; from a drug overdose; in Miami Beach. One of twelve children of a Georgia farmer, Candy married Mossier, 23 years her senior, in 1948. He was found stabbed to death in their Key Biscayne apartment in 1964. Candy and her 24-year-old lover, Melvin Lane Powers, were defended by Superlawyer Percy Foreman in a lurid, seven-week trial. They parted a few years later. She was subsequently married briefly to Barnett Garrison...
...Redondo Beach, Calif...
...rest of the production values match the special effects. Kong's South Seas habitat was a remote spot in the Hawaiian Islands-where a honeymoon couple went to sleep on the beach one night, convinced they were removed from all worldly intrusions. They were awakened, alas, at dawn by the arrival of Dino's minions in four helicopters...
Quinn says he warned Sohio "as long ago as mid-1975" that it might not be welcome at Long Beach. Sohio claims that when the pipeline was planned, it did not believe there would be any surplus in California that would have to be piped East. The unexpected West Coast glut-about 600,000 bbl. per day-arose, says Sohio, because of increased energy conservation and the lower fuel consumption that resulted from the recession. Yet others insist that the glut problem cannot be a surprise to the company. Says O.K. ("Easy") Gilbreth, director of Alaska's division...
...Maggie's problems. The time is the troubled '70s, and as Italy slides toward anarchic egalitarianism, immense wealth is becoming less and less fun. When she and her third husband stay at their house on the island of Ischia, they must hire men to stand on the beach and pose as intruders-in order to crowd out the real ones. Says Maggie: "The time is coming when we'll have to employ our own egg throwers to throw eggs at us, and, my God, of course, miss their aim, when we go to the opera...