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Revell’s personal triumphs, fears and doubts are represented as well, as in “My Trip,” written for his mentor, poet Robert Creely. Sitting in his motel, Revell asks, “Does anything remain of home, at home?” It is a intimate portrayal of the universal question of the traveler...
...families get back to normal. A lot of prosecutors view such do-gooderism as a waste of time, preferring to devote themselves to cases guaranteed to go Live at 5. Earle, by contrast, rarely appears in court. He would rather attend, as he did recently, a conference in a motel ballroom off Highway 35 to talk about how to fight substance abuse. Predictably, those in the movement for community justice, which tries to combat the sources of crime as well as punish it, swoon over him. "He has a track record going back years of working toward crime prevention...
Some expectant couples rent motel rooms in Sierra Vista for when their babies are due. But some who can't afford a room or whose timing is off end up with the baby arriving in the middle of the night while they're racing along the highway, according to Copper Queen Hospital CEO James Dickson. The intersection of Highways 80 and 90 is listed as the place of birth on the certificate of a baby girl born in the front passenger seat of a car where those highways cross. Women lacking transportation, a common problem in this working-poor area...
...January 1961, a handful of women began arriving by twos and threes at the tatty Bird of Paradise Motel in Albuquerque, N.M., for an unusual series of medical tests. The women were all pilots, drawn from groups like the Ninety-Nines (the female pilots' organization founded by Amelia Earhart) and the W.A.S.P.s (Women's Air Force Service Pilots) as well as the women's air-racing circuit, the Powder Puff Derby. The tests were to assess their fitness as potential astronauts. The remarkable story of how these women got to the Bird of Paradise Motel and what happened to them...
...Anonymous, he wrote Primary Colors, the scaldingly funny roman a clef about Bill Clinton--Joe has emerged as one of America's premier political journalists. I'm thrilled to have him at TIME, even if he occasionally questions the wisdom of hitting the road for another round of motel rooms and crack-of-dawn pancake breakfasts. "I don't really know why I keep doing this," says Klein. "It goes against all sanity, but you really do live for the moments when politicians surprise you--and I don't mean when they screw up, because that's never a surprise...