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...their spirit" at the end of the day. Once his official business is finished, the President can take a flying leap for all I care. He can frolic in a field of daisies or soak in bubble bath if that's what does it for him. It's the daylight hours that matter to me. And, I imagine, to a whole lot of other women. So here's my message: Sock it to us, George and Al. We can take it. Whole handfuls of policy papers, hard facts, challenging graphs. Show us what you'll accomplish in the Oval Office...
...Drew, 34, who works for a biotech venture-capital fund, is bright, attractive and good-natured. But like Gore, his mind is sometimes transfixed by the academic and arcane, as witnessed by a friend who watched Drew and the Veep happily spend a summer afternoon by the pool discussing daylight saving time. And he is routinely described as, well, goofy, the kind of guy who, when he realized he had no music, clipped the Wall Street Journal's list of top-100 CDs and bought them all, an abdication of judgment that sometimes leaves the couple's dinner parties sound...
...pairs of eyes staring through the window. It took a while for Robert, who is still recovering from a triple coronary bypass, to fetch the shotgun now kept by the door, and by that time, the prowlers had vanished. Since then, Helen seldom ventures into the yard, even in daylight, without her 9-mm pistol. "I'm no racist. Why, I have a Mexican daughter-in-law," says Helen, 78, a stocky woman with the tenacity of a snapping turtle. "But we have a major invasion happening in this country, and nobody seems to give a damn...
...Parade--and probably forgotten about them too. Let me refresh your memory: Near the end of the June 11 parade, more than 50 women were sprayed with water, groped, robbed and in some cases sexually assaulted by a gang of men in a crowded Central Park in broad daylight, while police officers allegedly looked on and refused to help the victims...
...goes violet. Most of the other visitors have gone. The bases of the chairs rise slowly to a glow, like votive candles. They look more like a jury than they did in daylight. More questions presented by the chairs: What uses does one make of the past when it comes to the exercise of evil? How confident can one be when saying, "Never again"? Is it ever possible to relieve the terrible gaping absence that death creates...