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...screams at 600 m.p.h. toward the intended victim, an Army surplus M-47 tank having a bad day. The desert is a Jackson Pollock abstract, and Anderson is so low that when he is just four miles away, he can't see the tank. He searches for a clump of bushes named in briefings as a pretarget landmark. Reaching it, he tugs slightly on the F-16's stick. The jet rockets up 3,000 feet in a standard "pop up" bombing pattern. Climbing, Anderson feels his face droop and his body react "like a marshmallow" to a gravity force...
...think that it was just my brother revelling in one of the banes of my existence, seeing hair where it just shouldn't be. Hair gives me the willies when it lies around in unusual places, so imagine my angst at having to live daily with a new clump of hair on my toothpaste every morning without fail year after year...
Stopping to touch a clump of dead bunchgrass, he looks up at us. "Only the whole is reality," he says. Thunderclouds wheel over the Sandia Mountains but bring no rain. It is 95 degrees F in the shade. We've been brought to a piece of land on the outskirts of Albuquerque and asked why very little is growing here. We measure the distance between plants, look for new seedlings, identify animal tracks, examine the watershed. The soil surface is hard-capped and smooth -- no water can penetrate. The anthills are empty, and under the ground there are no worms...
...outside Dallas. Last week all of Midlothian (pop. 7,500) learned Moore's secret: he was really George Raffield Jr., 21, a rookie officer working undercover for the local police department to ferret out drug use among the 765 students. On Oct. 24 his body was discovered in a clump of cedar trees near town, a .38-cal. bullet hole in the head. "His cover was blown, and he was murdered because of it," said a Texas Ranger investigating the case...
...Rutger's attention had been diverted by a clump of coarse hair hanging from a thorny bush. Directly below it, a set of enormous footprints led off down the street. As we followed the trail Rutger pondered my question...