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...Angeles, Wash., that didn't seem right to U.S. Customs inspector Diana Dean last Tuesday. She threw a couple of routine questions at him, and he choked, claiming to be a French Canadian named Benni Noris. When officials opened the trunk of his rented Chrysler, they found what looked like the contents of a bombmaker's shopping cart: 118 lbs. of urea; two 22-oz., three-quarters-full jars of nitroglycerine; 14 lbs. of sulfate; and four timing devices consisting of Casio watches, nine-volt batteries and circuit boards. The man bolted but didn't make it six blocks before...
...State Department has issued a warning to American travelers that terrorists may be planning attacks on locations around the world where New Year's revelers are expected to gather. While overseas bad guys like Bin Laden are the chief suspects, fears have also been raised about doomsday cults and crackpot racists in the U.S. Two middle-aged men were arrested in Sacramento, Calif., this month on charges of plotting to blow up two massive propane tanks. And federal agents are investigating the theft of nearly 1,000 lbs. of dynamite and ammonium nitrate from an Arizona rock quarry last week...
...much older woman, 60 or so, who's been visiting her mother and needs to go just a little ways out of town. Ten minutes later--¡Aqui, Aqui!--she gets out. She smiles thank-you, and we smile goodbye--and again we're empty. We don't like to be empty. Through the Cuban countryside we feel ashamed to have the back seat unpeopled--all this room we have, all this fuel. It's getting dark, and as the roads go black, what was a steady supply of hitchhikers, punctuating the roads like mile markers, quickly disappears. Where they...
...town and into the dark fields. The road is red from the taillights and slippery and I can't get a grip, but then boom, Esteban pops the clutch and the Subaru whinnies and I get in while it's moving and we're off, Esteban at the wheel. Like a getaway car! In a minute Esteban's doing 80 m.p.h. He's veering on and off the road. "¡Flojo! ¡Flojo!" Marisa is saying, urging him to slow down, but young Esteban has something to prove to her and to T/N, so 80 it is, the engine hitting...
...hospital and are going where we're going, to Playa Giron, home of the Cuban monument to the heroes of the Bay of Pigs. Our merengue tape, bought at a gas station, tinkles quietly from the speakers. We offer them--we offer everyone--water, cookies, crackers. They decline, and like most riders, this family says nothing unless we speak first; they don't even talk to one another. They watch the countryside pass, content. We are surprised, with them and most riders, that they do not want to know where we're from. Why are they not curious about...