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...compelling tale of how the federal courts chewed up and spat out the cocky lawyer and the working-class families he represented in a suit that charged large industrial polluters with contaminating the water supply of Woburn, Mass. Expenses mounted so fast that Schlichtmann lost his Porsche and condo and filed for personal bankruptcy. The judge, in a questionable ruling, barred the parents of the leukemia-stricken children from testifying at trial. And the jury, its hands tied by the judge's instructions and denied access to important evidence, ended up ruling against the families on key parts of their...
...opening acts included Ray Condo and the Ricochets and Andrew's Ball of Fire...
...some ways, lying in general has become a lot easier. The breakdown of communities and the peripatetic habits of the population, notes Charles Ford, author of Lies! Lies!! Lies!!!: The Psychology of Deceit, have made lying harder to uncover. If you live in a condo in San Diego, you can pretend you were captain of your high school football team in Akron, Ohio. But for public figures, it's precisely the opposite: TV and the mass media turn the whole country into one small town...
That's where Bush the politician seems transformed. The millionaire real estate mogul who once described himself as a "head-banging conservative" is suddenly taking his campaign into places where few Florida Republicans have gone before--black churches and schools, Hispanic neighborhoods, condo units full of elderly, staunchly Democratic Jews, and rural counties on the Georgia border, where Republicans are still scarce. In the last go-around, his speeches were about building prisons and boot camps, making abortion illegal, downsizing government and putting welfare moms back to work. This time he talks about promoting economic growth in poor neighborhoods, ways...
This opera will go on for a couple decades, may I live so long (knock, knock). My old pals will be sending me postcards from the Aegean, Christmas letters about their grandkids and their prostates, snapshots of them at their condo overlooking the golf course at Plaid Pants Village, and I'll be standing in the back at Miss Lori's dance-class recital and watching my little girl, a swan in a herd of ducks, interpret the Waltz of the Flowers. My pals will become cranky geezers who can't tolerate loud voices, can't bear to be contradicted...