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Jimmy Carter cannot proclaim, as Stephen Foster once did, that Bardstown is My Old Kentucky Home. But after his warm and noisy welcome there last week, the President might well consider the small (pop. 7,000) town in Kentucky's bourbon and coal country a refreshing spiritual haven where Washington's incessant pressures can be, if only fleetingly, forgotten...
...Tang Pei-sung, a onetime doctoral fellow in botany and plant physiology, leaned back on the couch in the hotel lobby and took a sip of his bourbon and Seven-up. "I'm so pleased to come back to the United States," the director of the Institute of Botany of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, half-said and half-sighed...
...Middletown, just three miles from the crippled plant, bartenders concocted a new drink combining gin, vodka and bourbon and called it the Bubble Buster, because "it melts down everything." At Dickinson College in Carlisle, 25 miles to the west, students dreamed up such T-shirt slogans as KISS ME, I'M RADIATED. Other area residents wore more defiant slogans: HELL, NO, WE WON'T GLOW. Needling the lack of scientific certainty about the effects of radiation, some T-shirt wearers proclaimed: I SURVIVED THREE MILE ISLAND-I THINK...
...with so much else in contemporary medicine, the issue is largely economic. No longer are the time-honored Christmas gifts of turkeys, bottles of bourbon and frivolous gadgetry that doctors give one another for professional courtesy enough to make up for the dent in income. Complains Hollywood, Fla., Pediatrician Edward J. Saltzman: "We are giving away $40,000 or $50,000 worth of care a year." Indeed, to cover the deficits, doctors may simply charge other patients more. As Pittsburgh Pediatrician Jerome Wolfson explains, "Paying patients are carrying the nonpaying patients...
...carnival town. Police huddled in small groups around headquarters and the precinct stations while national guardsmen carrying M-16 rifles patrolled public buildings. On Canal Street, New Orleans' main boulevard, the bleachers erected for the parades stood empty, bereft of bunting. The jazz clubs and hookers on Bourbon Street were having a hard time keeping up spirits-or selling them. "It's our first time in New Orleans and we're heartbroken," mourned Robin Holabird, 25, who had come from Reno with her husband to celebrate. In the "city that care forgot," even Bacchus had proved...