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Like grizzled combat veterans, the survivors of the first day's run clustered last week at the bar in an Alexandria, Minn., lodge. Belting down tumblers of Jim Beam and Pabst, they compared horror stories: a burnt-out piston, a broken ski, a torn suspension, a collision with a tree. Their bright thermal suits were splotched with oil, eyes were red from fatigue, and windburned faces were scratched from encounters with barbed wire and flying stones. Some hobbled, others seemed permanently hunched from their battle. The weary combatants had just completed the opening day of one of sport...
...second stanza saw the Islanders notch four more against the now sun-burnt Bernie Parent, including two by Swede-turned-Canadian Nystrom completing the third hat trick of his career...
...Rolling Stone's History of R&R--top of my list to Santa this year--there's a story about the preacher who went out and burnt $2000 worth of records aided by obnoxious little troglodytes from his youth group. Those vinyl grooves promoted lasciviousness and good stuff like that--and so he saw to it that they died, melting together in passionate flames only cooler than the brimstone their seducees have in store for them. But if you're one who prepared to risk a perpetual sauna with no snow to roll sinfully and Scandinavianly in afterwards...
...other day and squashed my roommates flat. The Rolling Stones' latest album. Hot Stuff is the finest example around of blues-finger disco--turn it up and watch the room shudder the way the highway does when its 100 in the shade. Hot Rocks had nothing on this--only burnt your feet like those Pacific s-m islanders' who walk on red hot terraces. Memory Motel replaces the no-tell in this chivalric age. Just listen to the electric-heart-blending story of the pick-up truck girl if you doubt me. And if you've been crispy-ried black...
...reduce the danger of ambushes, the Rhodesians burn the tinder-dry brush, but heavy rains have fallen lately, and the foliage is defying their efforts. Between burnt-out patches, we caught occasional glimpses of soldiers in full battle gear breasting through deep elephant grass, rifles at the ready. Small contingents behind sandbagged revetments guarded scores of bridges over rivers now swelling with muddy water. Scanning the road ahead, the lead truck's driver strained to see road patches that might be innocent potholes or pressure mines embedded in the highway. So far, no mines have turned...