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...elegant. Over the years a kind of reverse chic has attached itself to its sturdy Yankee clothes and shoes: its $40 woodsman's pants, "all wool and a yard wide," say, or the $73 sheepskin-lined boots that look as if they were created for a logger. They were...
...snapshots: the weary hostility that spills across a kitchen table in The Merchant of Four Seasons; the riff of revenge in The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant when a quiet young woman walks out on her longtime dominatrix to the bluesy strains of The Great Pretender; the logger-heading of fear and desire in a dozen Fassbinder movies, where the lighting is lurid, the sound track crackles with tinny music and drunken threats, the air reeks of death sweat. Each film is incomplete without the others. Each contributes its chapter to the 100-hour autobiography...
Those who witnessed the devastation thought the land would never recover. "It was the most awesome thing I will ever see in my life," recalls Logger Carl McCrary. "It was gray everywhere, no sign of green." Yet today animals and plants are re-establishing themselves all over the ash-blanketed countryside. Residents of the region are putting their own lives back together...
James Andrews, 19, the son of a Maine logger, taught swimming at the lake near his home in tiny West Paris for eight hours a day last summer, then put in a six-hour shift at a local restaurant. All that work was to help in what he calls his greatest achievement: being the first member of his family to go to college. Industrious and frugal, Andrews was impressed by Reagan's attack on federal profligacy and voted for him last fall. Now, however, Reagan has threatened Andrews' dream by proposing to slash $800 million from the student...
...blast had occurred 24 hours later, it could have wiped out a crew of some 200 Weyerhaeuser Co. loggers who were to begin felling trees at 7:30 a.m. Monday. Many of the loggers lived with their families near the north fork of the Toutle River. Logger George Fickett was at home when the mountain erupted. Said he: "I heard the goldangest noise, like someone upending a bunch of barrels down the road. There was a roar, like a jet plane approaching, and a lot of snapping and popping. Those were the trees. We got out fast...