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...fire at New York's Belmont Park, producing a momentary headline as familiar as the chill of winter. By the standards of today's racing business, which is to say the standards of Arabian sheiks, it was an undistinguished lot, though three of the horses belonged to Nelson Bunker Hunt, a man of redoubtable means, and all but nine were trained by Johnny Campo, who saddled Kentucky Derby and Preakness winner Pleasant Colony in 1981. That fine spring, Campo became as prominent as his stomach, holding forth on the unsentimental subject of cheap horses, crows as he is wont...
Company officials must next overcome a powerful impulse to run for cover from the press and the public. "Executives often bury their heads in the sand and refuse to communicate. But adopting a bunker mentality is always to their own detriment," says Fink. Moreover, he continues, "many companies go astray by lying." When that happens, the public loses faith in the firm, and its products, which may never be restored...
Sacher Torte, Earl Grey and Bud Yorkin--what a combination. How many times does one have the opportunity to munch rare German delicacies with the man responsible for bringing Archie Bunker and the Meathead to life and for giving the inimitable Florence countless opportunities to berrate the long-suffering George on The Jeffersons? All this from a man who has, as the tea makes eminently clear, impeccable table manners as well...
...time television, Bud Yorkin has acquired what one could only classify as Bigfoot status. In conjunction with 8 to 11 guru Norman Lear, Yorkin developed, as his press release so modestly proclaims, a string of record breaking hits: "Sanford and Son," "Maude," "Good Times," "Diff'rent Strokes" and "Archie Bunker's Place." Commercial triumphs all, these Yorkin-Lear formula sit-coms were, in retrospect, surprisingly devoid of the socially relevant subject matter so current in many current series...
...their comrades, identifiable by their bright green uniforms, lie dead in no-man's-land. An exchange of automatic-weapons fire echoes through the valley. Moments later, two Soviet-built Ethiopian MiGs roar overhead in search of the rebels' camouflaged artillery and tank emplacements. Sipping tea in his command bunker, Afewerki Melke, a field commander of the Eritrean People's Liberation Front, turns to his visitors and says, "Why we're here is simple. All we want is our land...