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...price the Uzbeks are extracting for basing rights is modest. They just want some assurance that the Americans won't drop the region like a cigarette butt, as the U.S. did after the Russian army was defeated by the Afghan mujahedin 10 years ago. Pakistan is a different matter. The support of Islamabad is vital because of Pakistan's links to the Taliban and its proximity to the war zone. But in return, Pakistan wants Washington to put the brakes on the Afghan opposition...
...BUTT-FREE Teenagers may finally be getting the message. From 1997 to 1999, the number of 12- to 17-year-olds who took up smoking dropped by a third. Experts would like to think health concerns are driving the change, but it could be simple economics. A pack in 1999 cost $3, compared with...
...something they're a little more comfortable working with - part of a trend. If it means defense spending, more spy satellites, less spy satellites, fine. If it means the "CNN effect," or decreased consumer confidence, fine - they can always sell. If it means America's going to kick butt and we can all proudly go back to our consumerist lives and our primed-for-a-V-shape business cycle by summer, even better. They'll rally till all the terrorists are scattered and the world is safe again...
...until this morning. Caroline's our family's word watchdog. If the parents use "stupid" in any context, she'll bring us up short: "Daddy, we don't say 'stupid.'" I have to keep explaining to her that the "but" I just used in conversation is not the "butt" she's not supposed to use. Anyway, one of her least favorite words is "disaster." She knows its meaning because at some point in each of the Madeline books Miss Clavell, the all-seeing and all-knowing nun, wakes in the night sensing something is not right and then, fearing...
...pilots are supposed to be the gritty guys on a commercial plane. Flight attendants, they're the chatty cart pushers, the cheerful aisle monitors, the butt of a dozen Saturday Night Live sketches staler than the pretzels on a transcontinental trip. It's the difference between The Right Stuff and Coffee, Tea or Me? But tragedy has a way of smashing cliches, and the folks who used to be called stewardesses and stewards have a new mission. Where once they quieted raucous infants, now they must assure passengers--those relative few who are still flying--of the safety...