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...this month. One of the first to nudge Wilson toward a '96 run was an old mentor, Richard Nixon. Wilson entered politics as a 28-year-old advance man for Nixon. In April 1993, Wilson and Nixon met privately in the Biltmore Hotel in Los Angeles. It was a clap on the back for the Governor, who at the time was trailing Brown in the polls by 20 points. Over Diet Cokes, Nixon reminded Wilson that as the Governor of California, he was automatically presidential timber. Nixon thought the moderate side of Wilson-his pro-choice stand, for instance-would...
...Michelle Pfeiffer, 1995 Woman of the Year, now steps out of the limousine to the thunder clap of one thousand camera shutters. Sporting a black beret and black sunglasses to set off her shiny blonde locks, the goddess is hoisted into the back seat by a jealous drag queen. She looks stunned. One reporter yells, "Michelle--give us a wave!" and she obliges, as another thunder clap of shutters captures the divine moment for posterity. Her devotees, the clowns of this star-gazing circus, go crazy...
...first grade, he and his classmates in Mrs. Bumstead's class in Dayton, Ohio, would regularly hear B- 52s flying overhead, heading back to nearby Wright-Patterson Air Base. Each time, the kids' response was the same. ``We would stop whatever we were doing in class and clap...
...Riding Hood. Catch it some night on cable's Cartoon Network. The Wolf enters a club called the Sunset Strip ("30 Gorgeous Girls -- No Cover"), and starts palpating when Red, in a scarlet bustier, sings Daddy. Wolfie goes bats: chairs fly, factory whistles blow, mechanical hands clap. And Red is worth every libidinal leer. With her Bette Davis voice, Betty Grable legs and Betty Boop bosom, she is any wolf's bedtime fantasy -- way too hot for the '40s, and plenty sulfurous even today...
Best of all, you didn't have to dance. Any master of the Junior High Shuffle (step left, clap, step right, clap, and repeat) who could squeeze his Girbaud-clad body onto the dance floor felt like every eye in the club was watching him. And they were--every inch of the wall and ceiling gleamed with mirrors, so you and all your friends, shrouded in a subtle veil of fire-engine-red neon, could always be on stage...