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...start to feel a deep-seeded need to take a hay ride, to sit on cold metal stands at a high school football game, or to pick some apples, bring them home and have Mom's homemade pie for dessert. Maybe there's time to jump in a pile of leaves or two, and then I'll spend the rest of the day picking them off my dirty flannel shirt. At night, I'd like nothing better than to throw some logs on the fire, turn on a football game and sit back with The New York Times...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Fifteen Minutes: How To: Cross a Street | 10/14/1999 | See Source »

...Grodd appears happy with his choice as he sits at a brown metal table fidgeting with his cellular phone and excitedly talking about what the office will become...

Author: By M. DOUGLAS Omalley, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: Traveling the New Hampshire Trail With Bradley Canvassers | 10/13/1999 | See Source »

...headquarters are located in a brick furniture warehouse with one main room, empty of furniture except for a few metal folding chairs. A few "Bill Bradley for President" signs dot the walls, but other than that, the only decoration is the linoleum floor...

Author: By M. DOUGLAS Omalley, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: Traveling the New Hampshire Trail With Bradley Canvassers | 10/13/1999 | See Source »

...from climbing over the madhouse wall to freedom. This too was real. The Perth surgeons had put my right leg, with its multiple fractures, in a fiendish-looking contraption called an Ilizarov frame: three concentric rings enclosed the leg, and from each of them sprouted an array of metal spikes that went through the flesh and screwed into the pieces of my tibia and fibula, holding them rigidly in position so they could reknit. I would be cursing this gadget for two months...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Death's Throat | 10/11/1999 | See Source »

...weeks later, the pain forgiven, my cheek peachy and clear, I'm back for more. This time Lancer zaps an ugly brown spot on my left cheek--the result of driving with the California sun constantly bombarding my face. (Seems my chic metal sunglasses had been channeling the sun onto one spot.) This time he uses a different, less powerful laser. Surprise--there's barely any pain! Within days there is also no sign of the stupid blotch that had been bothering me for years. I'm getting to like these lasers...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cosmetic Surgery: Light Makes Right | 10/11/1999 | See Source »

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