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...Loud and ignorant, man, you know? Seventeen years old, just running away from the judge and cops. I liked it OK for a while, but it got old. I came back from Vietnam and they made me an M.P. because they didn't need any more helicopter crew chiefs. I was pissed off; screwed around the rest of the time; you know, marked time until I got out. I liked flying though; never had to kill anybody, just brought ammunition to people who did and took out our dead ones," he said, breaking into a grin. "Anyway, I been hassling...
...starting gate, one of the officials looked at Gordon's skis and said, "Wait a minute." Adler had no safety strap. Last year that wouldn't have mattered, but the rules had been changed this year. Gordon told the officials that someone had told him it was OK down at the base lodge. No soap, said the starters. An altruist from New England College said, "Here, take mine." and Gordon started madly attaching the straps to his bindings. Just as he got to the gate, the starters said, "Number 15, in the gate." Gordon said wait just a second...
...OK. Everyone bunch together," Kent orders before his entourage unloads. "If we run in quickly, maybe they won't recognize us." No one is there to greet his band, of course, save a few early drunks leaving the Ale House. "Damn," he says. "They spotted us. I hate it when they rip off my clothes." The Sweat Band gets only passing attention as they push their way to the stage...
...record, and both wins (you guessed it) were against poor ol' St. Louis. I didn't exactly feel like jumping for joy on Monday morning, either, when I discovered the Rangers had dropped their fourth in a row, to no less an opponent than the Penguins. Ouch! (OK, so I'm a diehard New York fan, what...
...newsroom set familiar to 14 million nightly viewers, Cronkite's small office is a glass-walled goldfish bowl in a sea of activity. Behind his desk rest several joking tributes, including two framed New Yorker cartoons (caption on one showing a man avidly facing his TV set: "OK, Cronkite, lay it on me"). Tanned, younger looking than he seems on the tube, Cronkite lounges in his chair and talks about forthcoming TV technology...