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DIED. BART ROSS, 57, out-of-work electrician who admitted in a suicide note found in his minivan that he was responsible for the murders of the mother and husband of U.S. District Court Judge Joan Humphrey Lefkow two weeks ago; by a self-inflicted gunshot after police pulled him over for a broken taillight; in West Allis, Wis. Lefkow last year dismissed Ross's rambling lawsuit seeking damages from the government for his pain and disfigurement from cancer treatments. His murder confession was corroborated by DNA evidence...
With American cinema’s “wonders” from 2004 now behind us (they didn’t leave much of a mark) and Vin Diesel’s beefcake-with-minivan vehicle The Pacifier commanding the box office, the best thing to do is look ahead to what 2005 has in store...
...middle school dance. Pfoho Dining Hall morphed into the sweaty gym where the best we could hope for was a fly-out double. River-dwellers lining up for shuttle rides back to the Square bore an unfortunate resemblance to eighth graders climbing into Mom’s minivan. Still, the Zima bottles were a nice touch, and props are in order to the badass sporting a full-size Flavor Flav clock swinging from his neck. Fight the power...
...more than a dozen car-sharing companies revving up across the U.S. As such, the pair have only to jump on the Internet or call a local number to reserve one of several vehicles parked in their neighborhood. They can choose between a Honda, a Lexus, a minivan for carting equipment or, for a jaunty weekend outing, a silver Mazda Miata. They can enter the car any time of night or day with a security-coded electronic card, get charged by the hour thanks to an in-car transmitter, and receive the bill at the end of the month...
...went with my mom and her mom, my Polish Jewish “elegantzka” grandmother. Savta, as we call her, insisted on locating the perfect “something” for me, her younger granddaughter. So we loaded into the purple minivan and zipped a few exits down the interstate. At the exit we waited in lines of traffic, mostly other minivans and SUVs, and by the time we found a parking space in the sea of waxed cars, I was nearly ready to go home. But we trudged on and pushed open the glass doors...