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...McCain's bus had to park well out of the way to avoid running into the throng. Where there was a time early on in New Hampshire when McCain just kept talking until there was nothing more to say, now he barely has to say anything. He says hello, and the crowd goes nuts. "He's a phenomenon," says Kevin Staff, 45, a community college teacher. "A year ago, people said he was wasting his time. He has to be a good man to be able to land planes on an aircraft carrier...
...Homer chucks it into the trash. Which is how I feel about the awards right now. I suppose I'm expected to say something about them, this being the music column and all, except that I feel award shows naturally tend to reward the middlebrow rather than the spectacular. (Hello, Santana!) And the behind-the-scenes politics of major labels to win Grammys just leaves an odd taste in my mouth. I wonder if record labels send "for your consideration" copies of albums to Grammy voters in the same way studios give out comp tickets to movies...
Only seconds after he was sworn in as a new Congressman, a slender, intense figure appeared at his elbow on the House floor. "Hello," the man said, "I'm Dick Nixon." The two would be elbow to elbow 25 years later, in strained silence as they walked to the helicopter that took the disgraced Nixon out of power and elevated Ford to the presidency...
...world. I avoided overnight trips and retreats in fear that people would find out my secret. I reluctantly shied away from many sports teams, afraid that my hair might fall off in the middle of a play. How many times have you tugged on a friendis ponytail to say hello? Probably a lotoI do it too. But every time someone pulled my hair, knocked off my baseball cap, or even put an arm around my shoulder, I imagined a humiliating scene in the middle of Annenberg or the center of the Yard. Fear is not a fun thing, but what...
...attacked on the tarmac of the largest Russian base in the North Caucasus. Koshman clearly takes no chances. We landed between a line of helicopter gunships to our left and fighter bombers to our right. Koshman - who, we had been told, was our guide for the week - said hello and left. We never saw him again. We were escorted to a bus and headed for town. Security around the base itself seemed strangely lackadaisical - bored, sulky-looking guards who could have probably been ambushed by a couple of sprightly babushki...