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...just a small group of dissidents. Long used to viewing freedom as a gift to be bestowed from on high, ordinary citizens have begun to make their own decisions, decide their own fates. Many, perhaps most, have found the experience shocking and unpleasant, but many others now hold dear their independence. The events of the past decade have enlarged freedom's circle too much for anyone to close it completely...
...fund-raising dinner Wednesday night, the Clintons used it several times. Mrs. Clinton, arm outstretched, pointed deep into the sea of 2,000 upturned faces as if she had just spotted her long-lost bunkmate from Camp Ougaouga; then she nudged her husband, who pretended to spot the same dear soulmate, and both smiled deeply and knowingly...
...indeed the words of congratulation were portentous. "Welcome to this sin-sick world and the challenge you have to walk in your Daddy's footsteps," wrote one well wisher. "Dear Little Billy Frank Jr. ...We heard...that your Daddy has new help for preaching God's truth...So grow up fast," said another. That was the fate prescribed for the boy born, after a succession of three girls, in Montreat, North Carolina, on July 14, 1952. He was heir presumptive to the world's most famous preacher, Billy Graham, a name already thundering out of the evangelical South, resounding through...
...verse, catchy chorus, hit-a-few-high-notes- at-the-end-to-prove-you-can-sing) that anyone who has listened to pop radio for more than 10 seconds knows intimately. Maxwell's Urban Hang Suite, harking back to such great '70s theme albums as Gaye's Here, My Dear, is a song cycle that follows a single love affair from eyes-meeting-across- a-crowded-party to marriage proposal. The album's best song,...Til the Cops Come Knockin', is a lingerie-smooth tune with a slightly provocative edge that promises passionate, noisy, wake-the-neighbors love...
...resistance, you are harnessed into one of 16 seats facing in all four directions and mounted on the building's ultimate tower. Without warning you are shot up, as if sprung from a killer rubber band, 160 ft. into the sky at 45 m.p.h. and four Gs. And then, dear Lord!, you slam back down at negative gravity, your body pleading to soar through the restraints. Up and down you go a few more times in decreasing extremes. The whole thing, which lasts 31 sec., is a great, bearable kick. It's like experiencing, at warp speed, a manic-depressive...