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Gone are the days when buying your daily bread simply meant tossing a cotton- soft white loaf into a grocery cart. More and more shoppers these days are trekking to local bakeries and specialty shops -- often braving long lines and empty bins -- in search of gourmet loaves of all sizes and shapes: rosemary, garlic and poppy wands with a crackling-hard crust; dense bricks dotted with specks of flax, sunflower and sesame seeds; onion sourdough baguettes; and mammoth 4-lb. pumpkin-like affairs made from live, wild cultures. "Bread is being rescued from oblivion," says Michael London, owner of Rock...
Many vacationers--especially the younger crowd--at Padre who explore the island enjoy the go-cart tracks. Those who want a respite from the frenzied activity of the beach--especially the older crowd--can relax in a rowboat off the sound and catch fish...
Grocery shopping and tots usually don't mix. Putting the little ones in the & shopping cart means less room for groceries, and letting them roam free in the aisles has its own hazards. But at least two food chains have come up with a savvy solution: pint-size shopping carts for children to push -- and fill -- right along with Mom or Dad. A&P has supplied eight of its stores in the Northeast with the little carts, while Florida-based Publix is using them in the Southeast. A&P imports the carts from West Germany at a cost...
...great philosopher because his thought was merely a reflection of condition around him, colored by his own personality. Others, however, strongly support Hume's greatness on the ground that the force of his personality definitely affected the age in which he lived. It is not a question of the cart before the horse in either case, merely the old problem of which came first, the chicken or the egg. In any case, there is much to be said on both sides...
...village of Denta, near Timisoara, church bells were pealing. A procession of villagers, many of whom looked like Gulag veterans in their shabby overalls and torn jackets, streamed out of the small Orthodox church and gathered on the village green, singing in thanksgiving joy. A horse-drawn cart clattered by, and its euphoric driver shouted, "Long live the liberation...