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...them. The Breathalyzer tests he and Hughes took in Miami suggest a bender that would make a frat house blush. America West bars pilots from drinking 12 hours before a flight; FAA rules say eight hours. Florida's legal blood-alcohol limit is .08. After he allegedly drank much of the night of June 30 in Miami's Coconut Grove section, say police, Cloyd's blood-alcohol level was still .091 the next morning, even as he was about to pilot the 10:38 a.m. flight. Hughes' was .084. Miami airport guards say the two got verbally abusive when they...
...under his mother's place. He and Shirley married and moved to Tacoma, Wash., and had two kids, Jennifer and Loren. Yoder attended Fort Steilacoom College and got straight A's in political science. He also sold real estate. "He was a pretty normal guy, really, except when he drank," says Shirley. They eventually moved back to Illinois, and the relationship unraveled. "There were times I ran around with black eyes," she says. They divorced...
...drank heavily for decades and reportedly still likes a whiskey or two, Churchill-like, at age 77. He takes pain-killers for his knees and has trouble with his bladder, liver and one remaining kidney. He is said to take a three-hour snooze every afternoon. He is given to interminable silences and sudden bursts of poetry, and not infrequently falls asleep in meetings...
...drank heavily in his prime and still enjoys a nightly whiskey or two at 74. India's leader takes painkillers for his knees (which were replaced due to arthritis) and has trouble with his bladder, liver and his one remaining kidney. A taste for fried food and fatty sweets plays havoc with his cholesterol. He takes a three-hour snooze every afternoon on doctor's orders and is given to interminable silences, indecipherable ramblings and, not infrequently, falling asleep in meetings...
...bowl in front of him, stuck the foot-long straw between his lips, sipped a bit of the potent punch, paused and then pronounced, “It tastes like orange juice!” While the Plummer Professor of Christian Morals chowed down on chicken fried rice and drank deeply from the Kong’s “communal cup,” I, along with my classmates in Religion 1513, observed...