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SENTENCED. David Crosby, 41, singer-guitarist of the Byrds and later of the mellow folk-rock supergroup now known as Crosby, (Stephen) Stills and (Graham) Nash; to five years in prison for possession of a quarter-gram of cocaine and a firearm; in Dallas. Crosby, arrested while free-basing cocaine in his dressing room between Dallas rock-club performances last year, is on three years' probation for reckless driving in California...
...Music, by stars like post-punk Adam Ant (Goody Two Shoes) and Boy George (Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?), unknown to most people over 30, is moving millions of adolescent feet. Indeed, all pop music, from heavy metal to soul, is sharing in the revival. Poly-Gram Records Executive Jack Kiernan notes that the recording studios are booked solid again, a sign of long-term stability. Says he: "We're spending for the future...
...Gram told it was that all I she had ever had in life was kids and work and useless men and what she wanted, and had earned besides, was to be left alone." Time sweeps everything along in its great, slow spiral: Gram's farm, Uncle Dan's butcher shop, Celia's beauty. People and houses move for a while with the current, then drop away to be replaced by hazy afterimages-family gossip, family myth. This musing, brooding, backward-looking novel, the author's first, summons up scenes of middle-aged women huddling over coffee...
...title is dreaming and distant and just right. In the rolling land of northern Ohio, during the middle years of the 20th century, a woman of no previous wealth inherited a hatful of money, bought a big house and some farm land and assumed matriarchal ways. This was Gram, who had five daughters and, though no one seemed to think the fact very important, a husband. Her style was regal-she would stomp out at night to play bingo whenever she felt like it-and her son-in-law Dan the butcher called her the Queen of Persia. She sheltered...
...undercover procedure, a smalltime heroin sting. The "dealer" in the Washington motel room last Monday night was a District of Columbia policeman. The buyers were two unwise young men: the acquaintance who set them up with the dealer was a police informer. In short order, five parcels, half a gram of heroin in each "nickel bag," were exchanged for $150. The dupes headed outside, into a circle of four waiting police officers. Winston Prude, 32, a lawyer, panicked and stuffed one of the nickel bags into his mouth; it was pried out by police. His companion, dressed in a suit...