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...fellas, its Spring Break," the fraternity types announced to the world, and fled the moldy bus for the neon-cluttered streets of Daytona Beach. They argued where they would go first to have fun--the pinball arcade? the amusement park? the Burger King? the Beachcomber Disco? the motel? And then an idea. THE SOUVENIR SHOP. But this was too difficult--there is a souvenir shop on every other block in Daytona Beach, and no good fraternity man can render a decision of such discretion at short notice. So they went out to the parking lot of the bus station...
...Americans," declares Jim Hines indignantly. As a vice president of Holiday Inns, Inc., Hines is neither disinterested nor powerless. Says he: "You're sitting there with more than 1,500 Holiday Inns in the U.S., with 20% of them at roadside, and you begin thinking, hard." The motel chain's response: the National Travel Gas Advisory Plan, with every inn "holidexing" daily into a computer infomation about fuel availability at some five nearby stations. Tourists who call 800-238-8000 can find out which inns-and hence which regions-are well supplied with gas. In the two weeks...
...through Nebraska, he picked up a hitchhiker, Joe Szymankiewicz, 43, an Ohio parole violator who had spent 16 years behind bars for forgery, burglary, theft and other crimes. For several weeks they roamed the country, ending up on Feb. 3, 1973, in Room 4 of the Ponce de Leon Motel in Tallahassee. Next morning, a maid discovered Szymankiewicz dead in bed. He had been bludgeoned and shot twice...
With gloomy skies and a somber lake, Sunday, May 13, presented the Crimson oarsmen with a less than inspiring day. It had been an eventful evening prior to the races. Last-minute reservations had forced Harvard into a Route 9 motel for what one oarsman described as "horsemeat for dinner and Frisbees for breakfast." It was a less than luxurious start; but then again, the Harvard thoroughbreads were more interested in champagne on the dock than in their rooms...
...convincingly becomes a man who just can't handle the perversity and technical inhumanity of his occupation, and who begins to fathom the horror of people like him turning around and persecuting people like him. Dramatically, its suspense becomes brilliantly tense (in the sanitary paper wrapped around the motel toilet seat scene, for example). A good film, more disturbing the second time around...