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...this week, were lovable losers. They were a brand-new expansion team with, in those pre-Toronto Raptors days, the dumbest team name ever conceived. Not only did the Mets have a mascot that was just a baseball with a face drawn on it, but they named the mascot Mr. Met. Everyone knew the Mets were going to stink, they knew they were going to stink, and they stank with wild abandon. Despite the losses, they ranked sixth in attendance that year. They were all ridiculous fun, the UPN of their time, and they pitched like they were pitching...
...Mr. Arafat has failed as a leader." GEORGE W. BUSH, scolding Palestinian President Yasser Arafat for failing to stop attacks against Israel and forcing the resignation of Prime Minister Mahmoud Abbas...
...That's where we meet Mr. Truong, our guide. His card reveals he's a manager in a state-run tourism company. But we're wondering if he's a government spy. He seems strangely jittery about us talking to people on the road. And then there's his hair. In two years working as a correspondent in Vietnam, I've developed a private theory about communist officials and combovers: the lower the part, the higher the rank...
...Mr. Truong's starts about five centimeters above his ear-even though, at 33, he's still got a full head of hair. Mr. Truong tells us adamantly that no one will be willing to give us directions. But after a morning of asking around we find Trinh Thi Minh Thu. Now 63, she lives just a few clicks past Kilometer 0. Thu was 24 when she came to Tan Ky, one of thousands of "vanguard women" who built the original trail by hand. She shows me a photo of herself from that time: a young girl with a sideways...
...draws us a map, and we set out past construction crews, who help point us in the right direction. Mr. Truong wants to stay on the main highway, but we veer onto a smaller branch of the old trail. This remnant is still in use, big enough for a car-or, in today's case, several motorbikes, an oxcart and a flock of ducks. There's no jungle here, just flat earth and rice fields. When we reach the landmark of Dong Loc Junction, we see why: in a small museum is a photo of the same road taken...