Word: bits
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...people just didn't have their heads in the game," sophomore Jim Rothschild said. "Once things reached the point where things weren't going right, our coach tried to change the lineups a bit and that just led to confusion...
...ballot. And Dole's team is doing everything it can to keep him strapped down. "The Dole folks are really trying to crank up the Governors to freeze out Lamar," says a veteran G.O.P. campaign strategist. That may not be too difficult: privately, some Governors complain Alexander is a bit too slick for his own good, and they resent his string of sweetheart deals that tend to come a Governor's way but that many of them have nonetheless passed...
...report didn't contain the safety analysis for what we were doing," says Galatis. "No heat-load calculations." It was then he realized the plant had been routinely operating "beyond design basis," putting 23 million BTUs into a pool analyzed for 8 million, which is, he says, "a bit like running your car at 5,000 r.p.m...
...LOOKING pilot, was used to Cuban fighter jets buzzing his plane when he searched for Cuban refugees afloat on the Caribbean. Costa was a member of a Miami-based group called Brothers to the Rescue, which tried to spot boat people from the sky. "You have to be a bit adventurous and nutty to do it," he told a TIME correspondent before a mission two years ago. "But there's nothing like saving a life." Last Saturday afternoon, Costa almost certainly gave his own life when Cuban MiGs shot down two Cessna Skymasters belonging to Brothers to the Rescue. Costa...
Thank heaven no one has let McCauley's publisher in on this nearly accurate bit of cynicism. There aren't any filthy facts here, no trite wrap-ups--just funny, sustaining fiction. The only resemblance between McCauley's writing and rehab is that you can just check in. Such are the author's fluency and humor ("Nothing is more intimate than the right kind of insult") that the reader can ramble along, smelling the roses...