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...Edward Noelke whumps out across his 18,000-acre ranch in his Bell bubble helicopter. "This mesquite," he shouts above the rotor clatter, "is a very competent adversary." Noelke can run his eye across the vast dun-brown landscape (gentle hills, a sweep of mesas off toward the horizon), and although the land is comparatively featureless to a stranger, Noelke can tell precisely what campaigns he waged in what year upon what stands of mesquite...
...accommodations present special inconveniences: they may be in residential neighborhoods far from downtown theaters and museums, and parking can be a problem on crowded streets. Many B & B guest rooms do not have private baths, nor are there usually telephones or televisions. There may be the early-morning clatter of pans from the kitchen, or the creak of old floorboards overhead. On the whole, B & Bs are not designed for families; there are often limitations on the number of guests per room, and fragile antiques and bric-a-brac do not coexist with small children. But for those who have...
...martyrdom? There are no prison walls on which she can mark the passing days with a bent nail; only the Harvard Coop Calendar. There is not high, slit-like window through which the sun can halo her as she sits in her cell; only the noise and clatter of Briggs Hall. There are no guards to whom she can confide her visions...
Cooke's Tale The newsroom clatter of our medium-sized California daily diminished as reporters gathered around the wire machine, watching in disbelief as the incredible story unfolded of Janet Cooke's fictional article about '"Jimmy" for the Washington Post [April 27]. I cringe and wait for the person who, while I am on my next assignment, looks me in the eye and says, "Why don't you just make it up? The Washington Post does...
...sounded once again. The crack of the bat has replaced the clack of the auctioneer's gavel selling off free-agent flesh. Players safe in their tax shelters now worry only about being safe at first, and owners prick their ears for the sweetest music they know, the clatter of turnstiles. The baseball season has begun...