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...about to join their parents, whom they had last seen in 1979. They stepped through the passport stamper's booth and up to the desk of the Immigration and Naturalization Service official, a sympathetic woman, for fingerprinting and more stamps. They carried their things (a portable tape player, a jar of noodles soaked in vinegar, bath slippers) past the Department of Agriculture inspector and out. The young Santiagos had never been to Los Angeles, let alone the U.S. And yet, as of last Thursday afternoon, they were here to stay...
After the stock controversy blew up, embarrassed Chrysler officials quickly tried to down-play the whole episode. Said one: "It's a messy issue. We are not being shrill or overreaching. But there you are with the spotlight on, your hand's in the cookie jar and everybody's pointing fingers." Late in the week the company announced that it was no longer requesting that the Government drop its right to buy the stock...
...April 1981, suspicious investigators from the internal-affairs division devised a plan to catch Sergeant Tarver with his hand in the cocaine jar. They planted 236 grams of coke in an unclaimed suitcase turned over to Tarver at the Houston airport. Police followed him, stopped his car and found that he had siphoned off an ounce from the stash. He was fired and charged with possession of cocaine. Tarver took the crash calmly: "I just wonder what took them so long to figure it out." At his trial, he was convicted, placed on ten years' probation and fined...
...Like most country bootleggers, Sam bottled his moonshine in canning jars," Russell recalls. "The mourners approved of the fitting way in which Liz, as a grace note to his life, had him buried in the fanciest Mason jar ever sold in Loudoun County...
Annnh! Annnh! Annnh! The repeating pierce of shrill fire alarms has become a staple for Lowellians at all hours. In the wee hours of the morning they catapult you from bed, ending sweet dreams with an abruptness Freud never could have explained. At breakfast they jar your attention from your Raisin-Bran, startling you into sudden alertness more effectively than the strongest black coffee. These aren't the lyric chimes of the famed House bells. They are Harvard's reminder to Lowellians that, mid way through October, construction still continues on the half century old structure. And they...