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...place where people could kick their habits. The drug reform program--more than half the inmates were drug abusers--was a 15-day package deal. Methadone for three days, sleeping pills for four, and shooting pool for the remainder. When they left, they still needed junk badly. Still a bunch of addicts, but ones who could shoot a good game of pool...
...addicted to junk food; what better way to teach them good nutrition than to tempt them by low prices to eat a well-balanced lunch? That rationale, observes the deputy superintendent of one affluent Michigan school district, is part of a longtime trend to view the schools as social agencies. Says the educator: "We began just teaching them how to read and write. Then came athletic programs because parents couldn't be bothered to teach their kids how to run and jump. Now we are teaching them how to drive cars and setting up sex-education programs to teach...
Hinckley, the solitary third child of an oil-rich Colorado family, had spent the past few years idling through the Sunbelt, collecting guns, living on junk food, watching television. He became obsessed with Actress Jodie Foster, who starred in Taxi Driver, a movie about a loner who tries to shoot a presidential candidate. Hinckley wrote again and again to the unknowing Foster, the last time from Washington: "I will admit to you that the reason I'm going ahead with this attempt now is because I just cannot wait any longer to impress you." Then he took...
...such films as Billy Budd (1962), The Americanization of Emily (1964) and I Never Sang for My Father (1970). Douglas, who had just completed his 77th film, Ghost Story, which is scheduled for release in December, recently declared: "Much of what we did in the old days was junk. I don't share the intense nostalgia for those films that some people...
Though I am a fool for swirls and toasted nutlings in 16% butterfat, and fresh peach or berry can make me weep with joy, unreformable junk food cravings still linger. As a wantonly spoiled New Yorker, I could enjoy a sublime birthday cake prepared by any of a dozen master patissiers. But for the last three birthdays I have insisted on a Baskin-Robbins Mickey Mouse with blue eyes and an orange necktie cloaking layers of English Toffee, Pralines 'N Cream and Jamoca Almond Fudge. And they have to tear me away at midnight to keep me from devouring...