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...Gabriel's more intriguing disclosures concerns La Pipa (the Pipe), a smuggling operation carried on by the DFS. According to Gabriel, the agency in the late 1970s acquired about 600 tanker trucks, ostensibly for ferrying natural gas from the U.S. for sale in Mexico. On the northbound leg of the trip, DFS men packed the empty trucks with marijuana provided by Mexican dealers and ran ten to twelve trucks a day into Phoenix and Los Angeles. At the border, several Mexican officials and U.S. Customs personnel were bribed $50,000 a load to let the trucks pass...
...Controller Karl Grundmann, another of the men on duty. Flight 498's controller told the pilot to descend from 7,000 ft. to 6,000. At 11:53, he issued a warning to the Aeromexico jet: "Traffic 10 o'clock (slightly to the airliner's left), one mile northbound, altitude unknown." Re- sponded 498: "Roger." This plane is not believed to have been Kramer's Piper. Seconds later the controller's attention was diverted by a "pop-up," a small plane that unexpectedly radioed for traffic advice and instrument control. The controller assigned the plane a transponder code for identification...
...Volkswagon Rabbit burst into flames in front of Johnston Gate yesterday afternoon, halting northbound traffic on Mass. Ave. and setting off Massachusetts Hall fire alarms...
...been known for weeks that a Libyan cargo ship, the Ghat, had crisscrossed the waterway just before the explosions began on July 9. Soon after, it was noted that mines had exploded in both the southbound and northbound shipping lanes of the Red Sea, in waters that the Ghat had traveled. Later, French officials who inspected the ship at Marseilles ascertained that its rear loading dock appeared to have been lowered at sea and damaged by waves. Finally, British experts who examined an unexploded mine reported that it was an "ultrasophisticated" device made by the Soviet Union, one of Libya...
...that majestically held a Pennsylvania knoll just west of Philadelphia. It was a very old house-any architecture major could tell that-for down beneath the basement was a chamber as dark as the grave. This had been a depot on the Underground Railroad, a hiding cellar for northbound slaves. The landholders, generation after generation, had given over their rolling soil and their Quaker time to corn and cows, and for a very long while there it would seem the clock stood still...