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...play in regulation. “On the bench we were just saying, ‘let’s get lots of shots out there, you never know what’s going to go in,’” Brine said. “I drove it to the goal, trying to get something on net, you never know what’s going to happen, and luckily it went in.” THE BEST OF THE BESTCahow was named the tournament’s Most Outstanding Player after her game-winning overtime goal gave...
...city of Boston. In fact it’s probably the most important day of the year for a majority of its residents. The day of which I speak is, of course, Evacuation Day. Yes, March 17 marks the day in 1776 when George Washington and his Continental Army drove the British armed forces under General Howe out of Boston. It is for this reason that our great city brims with glee every March 17, with merriments often carrying on into the wee hours of the night. I’m still not sure why these celebrations are centered around...
Amid continued militia and government attacks, it is Darfur's civilians--both Arab and African--who suffer most. Battles last year drove more than 280,000 from their homes. Some find their way to Darfur's swollen relief camps, home now to well over a third of the region's population. But the camps are not immune to the violence. Many are controlled by the armed factions, and gangs of all stripes rob and rape many of those who venture outside. Other refugees wander Darfur's unforgiving scrub, searching for a village or patch of land with some semblance...
...didn't even really care," Huckabee told me about his grade school opponent, as we drove through Des Moines in January of 2007. "He didn't even want to be on the student council. His friends put him up to it at the last minute to be funny. And I was really serious about it. He wasn't. And I thought, golly, what a deal...
...Somali village of Doble, bombed Monday by a U.S. missile that killed four civilians, is not a nice place. When I drove along Somalia's southern border with Kenya last June with photographer Sven Torfinn, we found an area riddled with thorn scrub, dust roads and mistrust. Because of the Islamist militants' hold on the area, we were traveling with an escort of 20 gunmen, crammed into the back of two pickups. When we came across villages, Sven and I would stay in the car, hiding under headscarves drawn over our heads, pretending to be women. The destination...