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...side, Wendy Smith plays a mandolin with a country band called Blue Velvet. His friend Donald Clay, a Ford worker in Ypsilanti, Mich., also has a band, North Country Grass. "We was raised up together," says Wendy. "There was only one well on Ranger Ridge, and his daddy had it, and we carried water from...
...Clay, 46, first came north with a cousin when he was 17. "We was trying all the plants we could walk to. My cousin was 18, but too thin, and I was too young. So we traded wallets, and I hired on in his name. They never noticed. He worked there a long time. Later on, I hired in at Ford. I was really tickled when I got my job. The super offered to buy me lunch. I said no, I have money, I'll buy my own lunch. That was 28 years...
...Clay met and married his wife Thelma, 47, five weeks after she arrived in Detroit from Wise, Va. "I loved working in the factory," she recalls, "but my sister-in-law was working right beside me, and she got her hand cut off up to the knuckles. That scared me to death. On the line, it was bad, but you know, I really liked it I liked the work...
...request. Back home, Blagg related, he switched on the TV and caught reports of the Tylenol deaths near Chicago. He took apart some capsules from his own bottle, found pink flecks in the powder, and the next morning turned the bottle over to his physician, John Clay, for analysis. That evening, Greg and Terry returned to the drugstore where the first purchase had been made, found Tylenol still on sale and bought two more bottles; they discovered more pink flecks in the capsules. Last week word came back from laboratories in Rockville, Md., and San Francisco: strychnine, commonly sold...
When it comes to drinking buddies, they don't come any more gung-ho than Clay Henry of Lajitas, Texas (pop. 55). You might say that Clay's love of the brew has made him the town celebrity. Tourists come by daily to offer him a cool one-or two. Henry ambles over, props himself on the wire fence, grabs the bottle or can of beer between his teeth, and tips the thing over until it is empty. By day's end, his yard is littered with empties. "You wouldn't believe how fast the cans...