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...together people at loggerheads, such as ceos and environmental activists, or take the high and mighty to places like prisons and drug clinics they would never otherwise see. And he also views himself as a gadfly in chief, bringing attention to neglected ideas and people. Bob Geldof, the rough-hewn rock star and businessman whose contempt for formality is acute, enthuses about Prince Charles: "He does a lot, he's hugely underappreciated. He takes the side of the people over what the newspapers and the biens pensants want. I have a lot of time for him. He kicks...
...Harriet had lighted a fire against the chill by the time the women arrived at her place to nail down September's issue. From 1915 until it closed four years ago, Harriet's place was called Young's Hotel. Built by her father John Young, it is hand-hewn pine and stucco, rough planks, notched banisters, Navajo blankets and deer heads on the walls--a set for any movie that goes by the name of Stagecoach. It had 16 rooms to let upstairs above the dusty front desk, rooms you let yourself into. "Our guests just went in the rooms...
Immortalized on jukeboxes in a thousand honky-tonks, California's Folsom Prison is one of the U.S.'s best-known penitentiaries, and one of its worst. Hewn from local granite at the base of the Sierra foothills northeast of Sacramento, Folsom dates back to the 1880s and for decades has been a squalid, antiquated mess. But its problems have become acute in the past ten years, as its population has swelled to 70% more than capacity and the rate of violent acts nearly tripled. This year three inmates have been killed and 130 others stabbed in unmanageable violence that...
Naked of walls and roof, the frame of foot-thick oak timbers has the precise, angular grace of a Victorian railway bridge. It is bound by hand-hewn pegs to a 20-ft. by 30-ft. rectangle. Inside this architectonic web freshly spun along the rear of the Bakers' blueberry-shingled farm house, Babcock, 50, in red plaid shirt and worn, blue work pants, ministers to a most ungraceful tangle of rope and wood...
...must have given a hundred talks," he remarks. "Each time I say the same thing: save the barns! People listen, but they don't act." On the Baker place, the sheep barn's rectangular skeleton now glows softly, a spare Doric temple in the twilight. Babcock touches the smoothly hewn frame with a hammer-size hand. "Look how carefully they worked. They thought they were building for the future." He brightens into a smile. "And today, we saved one. Gramps would be pleased." --By Kenneth W. Banta