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...huge plane descended, but suddenly plunged belly first to the ground a mile north of Runway 17 at the nation's largest airport (roughly the size of Manhattan). The L-1011 bounced off the turf and came down again a quarter-mile away, grazing one car on busy State Highway 114 and demolishing a second car, whose driver was decapitated. The plane skipped across a grassy field, ricocheted off a water tower, then burst into flames as it slid across the tarmac. "It was like a wall of napalm," said Airline Mechanic Jerry Maximoff. The tail section, with...
...alcohol in their vehicles. Outsiders may find this development astonishing. Drinking and driving was legal in Montana? Yes. And not only legal but rather popular. In a state that measures more than 700 miles from its southeast to northwest corners and where most of those miles consist of empty highway enlivened only by blowing tumbleweeds and the occasional bloated mule-deer corpse, a cold can of beer was viewed by some as a necessary, invigorating diversion...
...McDonald's and Dunkin' Donuts counters was wearing Sox garb-a hat, a sweatshirt, some with the world champs information and some proudly antique. One guy wore a Pats jersey, but looked like he knew he had made a mistake. We left the rest area and returned to the highway and almost instantly spotted a fire-engine-red Mini-Cooper with white racing stripes. The entwined red sox were emblazoned on the passenger-side door and, as we passed, we noticed the team's insignia dominant on the front hood. The license plate (Connecticut) read BEATNY...
...same time as the dance competition, the teams are always dressed alike, even to go out clubbing or to lunch. The dance and cheer teams practice whenever they’re not competing; complicated cheer stunts on the beach, by the pool, and on the side of the highway are not unusual...
...hospital. A terrible irony ensued. He saw a hostile review of his latest book of poems; several days later the onetime scourge of other poets slashed his left wrist. He recovered and picked up his normal life. Within a few months, while walking along a North Carolina highway shortly after dusk, he was sideswiped and killed by a car. The official verdict was accidental death; the rumor of suicide arose and persisted. No one will ever know what was on Jarrell's mind during his last moments, but the mature products of a remarkable intelligence are now splendidly available...