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Karen O'Neill Hillsboro, Texas AOL: KarenOOO...
...torn. For Tommy Rushing, pausing after changing a tire in his Lufkin garage, the economic issue is paramount. Says he: "I'm going to have to go with Dukakis. The Republicans don't have anything to show." About 150 miles to the west in the farm town of Hillsboro, Haberdasher James Scott is equally determined in his decision to stick with the G.O.P. His view: "Dukakis is just out of touch with Texas...
Turned sweet and bright red by unusually warm spring weather, Oregon's strawberries ripened early this year into a bounteous crop of some 80 million lbs. But last week Roy Malensky, a grower in Hillsboro, Ore., who supplies berries for such products as Breyers Ice Cream and Dannon Yogurt, stood in his giant strawberry patch and mourned row upon row of darkened, spoiled fruit. His expected loss: $100,000. To the north, meanwhile, Richard Cowin, a black- cherry grower in Wapato, Wash., watched downheartedly as his crop began to shrivel...
...make coffee and restructure the music biz. The strategy that Rush worked out with Sykes was to use the Tom Rush name for leverage, once it was re-established. Then he would create a central organization that could bring folk musicians and audiences together. Now, Maple Hill Inc. of Hillsboro, N.H., is percolating as a record company called Night Light Recordings, a booking agent for new and used talent, a publisher, a producer of special events (with clambakes, boat rides and fireworks thrown in, if that's what you want) and a mail-order house that sends out records...
Withington understands acquisitive lust. "I'm a multimillionaire," he tells a visitor. "I'm president of the town bank. I own five houses and a church too." He is and he does, in this well-barbered hamlet of Hillsboro Center, N.H., a glossy enclave of green lawns and ancient white clapboards, with never a rusty manure spreader or junked '67 Plymouth sagging in the sideyard. His self-pleasure is bubbly and innocent. A visitor asks whether it is true that he takes 20% from each sale. "Yes!" he says, beaming. He is delighted to be ringmaster of the classiest...