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...promoting his son as the sort of Syrian leader with whom the world, Israel included, will be able to do business. Bashar talks the language of economics rather than politics, and, until his brother's death, had chosen a career in ophthalmology rather than following his father's path into the army and power...
Pritchard leads them down this path, touching on the ways kids divide themselves: by the clothes they wear, the color of their skin, the cars their parents drive. "Lack of respect is the root of all evil" and "Pain shared is pain divided," he preaches, building to where he demands honest answers to a few questions. "How many of you have seen fights start here at school for something silly?" The hands shoot up. "How many of you have heard the words homo, faggot and dyke used in school?" A sea of hands again, just as when he asks...
...begins my education by showing me dry-fly casting on a path above the river. Move the arm, not the wrist; keep the arc of the cast between 2 and 10 o'clock. But today the fish we are going for, whitefish and cutthroats, are loitering on the bottom. So we will wet cast and roll cast instead, with little weights on the line and flies that look like nymphs. Roll casting requires less arm movement. You swing out the line upriver and let it drift down in a natural motion. I find I'm not half bad at this...
...hill in the Ecuadorian cloud forest and unfolded thin nets strung between bamboo poles. When birds, often Amazilia hummingbirds or gray-breasted wood wrens, flew into the nets, he patiently untangled them and, with sweat pouring down his face and into his glasses, carried them down a steep path to a work station below. There he and his wife Helen or one of their three teammates on an Earthwatch expedition recorded the birds' size, type and condition, took blood samples and made sure they were banded before setting them free. At dusk Lee closed the nets and took his turn...
...Adams House I knew I was in trouble. I could tell I needed a slicker, an umbrella, something and my traditional insurance--raingear in my backpack--had somehow been forgotten. The rain dripping down off my glasses and running in streams on my cheek, I gauged the remaining path and hoped for the best...