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...looking for her. He found her face down on the hood of a station wagon, a black man having intercourse with her from behind. When the Marine called out, the man zipped up and hopped into a car driven by his friends. The vehicle's license plate, eyewitnesses say, bore the letter Y--signifying a military vehicle. At 2:32 a.m. local police received a call from the woman's friend. Soon, blue-uniformed officers were pacing the parking lot. Short, the 3F bar manager, had just closed up and, puzzled by the crowd gathering outside, asked a serviceman, "What...
Peterman learned that he had become a TV character only after the first episode aired, but he didn't mind being portrayed as "a buffoon and a bore." Indeed, he was later allowed to review scripts that included his character six weeks in advance--but he never changed a word. "For the long term, this was good for the brand name and the company," Peterman says, despite the fact that "most people who saw the show didn't know we were a real company." Nor did Peterman advertise to tell them...
...result, she has rejoined the battle against the Khars. After Fakhra moved into Durrani's house, the younger Khar began making daily threats over the telephone. "First I will shoot your mother in the knees with a 12-bore gun so she crawls," Khar told Durrani's son Ali, his half-brother. "She's become too used to standing up. No one will be able to catch me." Given the power of the Khar family, that is probably true. In their ancestral village of Kot Addu, Durrani explains in My Feudal Lord, "the Khars were the law." Fakhra's family...
...Souza said we would be traveling to Calicut for a football game. That was in 1982, and for us big-city sophisticates in Cochin, Calicut was a one-horse town in the middle of nowhere. Even I, who had never been there, knew the place was a crushing bore: no ice-cream parlors (the preferred hangouts of early-80s Indian teens), no good record stores and - this was the killer - no girls' schools famous for beauteous babes. We moaned about it the entire five-hour bus ride to Calicut and spent much of the return trip making derisive comments about...
...felt just as acutely the transience and triviality of the whole exercise. The wall in front of the Abbey Road Studios next door, regularly repainted to accommodate a planet’s worth of pilgrims seeking a cheap thrill, bore only signatures dating back a few days. My name would be gone in the blink...