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...Time Warner (proud owner of this magazine) in corporate matrimony. The Federal Communications Commission wouldn't approve the union without special conditions regarding AOL's IM policy. Why the fuss? After all, some nonsophisticates argue, IM is just a kid's toy--e-mail for the Dawson's Creek crowd...
...went a mile down a dirt road crusted with crushed oyster shells until you came to the cottage. The yard was overgrown with tall grass, and if you weren't careful you might fall into the small, empty cracked-concrete swimming pool. A path led down to Charles Creek, a tributary of Chesapeake Bay. There was a ramshackle dock with many planks missing, and a skiff, from which we caught crabs by trailing knotted twine behind us in the weedy, brackish-green water. We were impressed by the stupidity of the crabs, which clung stubbornly to the twine...
...from the land on top of his property down into the greener valley. We stop at an overlook he has just thinned out so that he can show Laura. Each night they take a walk before sunset; now they will have a clean lookout down to the Rainey Creek, more than 100 ft. below. Bush has torched his conifer hackings all over the ranch, leaving black burn circles that look as if there's been fireworks testing. Once the brush is gone, he's got plans: wildflowers over there and maybe a feeder to attract some wildlife. Laura is growing...
...white pickup skids to a halt, the driver spotting a white-tailed doe and a buck in the brush off Sucker Creek Road in Alcona County. The deer are on private property, so if this hacker grabs his rifle and takes a shot, he's under arrest. Bob Mills, my partner, radios to our backups, Sergeant Pete Malette and Officer Warren MacNeill, who are hiding in a nearby grove. "We've got a looker," Mills tells them...
...head so she's staring down the guy in the white pickup. A rookie mistake, maybe. So many poachers have been bagged, they're taking a closer look now, and this guy just got wise to us. He hits the gas and disappears. No problem. We're on Sucker Creek Road after all. I crouch. I adjust my dreadlocks. Next guy down the road is mine...