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Visitors to the Grand Canyon have long complained that smog is ruining the view. A National Park Service study tracked winter weather patterns and the sources of the haze. The main culprit: Arizona's Navajo Generating Station, an electrical plant 80 miles away. The plant, burning 24,000 tons of coal daily and releasing an estimated 12 to 13 tons of sulfur dioxide from its smokestacks every hour, was found responsible for about half the Grand Canyon's pollution...
...Anton Webern are probably the creakiest items in their wide, of-today repertoire. It ranges from Steve Reich's Different Trains, in which synthesized voices, recorded railroad sounds and minimalist arpeggios are combined in a haunting memoir, to a growling, down- and-dirty setting of Jimi Hendrix's Purple Haze...
...band that displays its name, Desert Varnish, on maroon baseball caps. The dance floor is made of plywood panels, and the ceiling is the blue Arizona sky. DANCE AT YOUR OWN RISK reads the sign posted near a huge cactus. Couples dance in the desert, romance hovering like heat haze; some dress in matching colors. Stuck in the ground around them are plastic hyacinths, windmills, ducks. "I can't help it if I'm still in love with you," sings a man to himself, staring off at the mountains...
...first gray-brown stains appeared in the azure skies above Los Angeles before the outset of World War I. During World War II, the summer haze was beginning to sting the eyes and shroud the mountains that ring the city. By the mid-'50s, Los Angeles' smog, as the noxious vapor had been dubbed, was sufficiently thick and persistent to wilt crops, obstruct breathing and bring angry housewives into the streets waving placards and wearing gas masks. Oil companies were urged to cut sulfur emissions. Cars were required to use unleaded gas, and exhausts were fitted with catalytic converters...
Many of the women have a lifetime of experience to overcome. Rodgers' earliest childhood memory was watching her heroin-addict mother stick a needle in her arm. Until recently, Rodgers was lost in a haze of cocaine smoke and subsisted on leftovers pilfered from a fast-food restaurant. Now she sits in the Mandela House kitchen, which is rich with the smell of baking meat loaf...