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...heavy work gloves. The scoop tram looked like a dump truck with the cab lopped off. On solid-rubber tires 5 ft. high, it carried freshly mined ore in soccer-ball-size chunks to the "grizzly," the big grated dumping shaft, where the rocks begin their journey to the mill...
...formal announcement Thursday morning. Considering Edwards' personal wealth - estimated at $14 million - that line could prove a tough sell, and might, along with his former career, provide fodder for Republican attacks, but Edwards downplays his riches, emphasizing instead his hardscrabble youth as the son of a textile mill worker. He also, perhaps sensing a potential weak spot, proudly defends his experience as a trial lawyer, telling NBC the morning of his announcement, "I spent most of my adult life representing kids and families against very powerful opponents, my job was to give them a fair shake...
...communist victory, grew up in the social ghetto reserved for children of traitors. During the Cultural Revolution he was forced to leave high school, barred from applying to college, and given a job fit for the lowliest of political undesirables: as a night-shift janitor at a cotton mill in central Shaanxi province. When college entrance exams were reintroduced in 1977, Zhang was too old to be eligible. His only hope lay in the camera he purchased with the proceeds gained from selling his own blood...
...September 1990, Nicholas P. Orenstein ’05 went on a run-of-the-mill hunting trip with his dad. Clad in camouflage gear, he took his self-described .410-gauge “little kid gun” to southern Texas for a perfect male bonding experience and came back with a prize. While other seven-year-olds won prizes for shooting water guns into bull’s-eyes at amusement parks, Orenstein’s game and prize were unique. As he matter-of-factly puts it: “I shot the largest turkey...
...colors and multiple mirrors make the place look like a Discovery Zone. I concur. I comment on the load-bearing pillar in the middle of the dining area that seems to have been decorated with spray-painted pieces of scrap metal. It looks like something exploded at the steel mill. I ask Patricio if this type of decoration is common practice in Mexico. He ignores...