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...certainly not going to be Wicks, who, after he wrenched himself from the clutches of John Wooden at UCLA, went on to become one of the NBA's better known gunners. Wicks's pistol was loaded so often that it prompted a continuing feud with Geoff Petrie, Portland's other fine shooter--who has since been traded--and with the Trailblazers front office, as they have tried to trade Wicks for the last two seasons...
...compulsive seeker after new sensations, Crosby had already exhausted almost everything else in the way of the exotic, the extreme and the self-consciously decadent when he was found in 1929 in a friend's New York apartment clasping his lover, Josephine Rotch, in his arms and a pistol in his right hand. Each had a bullet hole in the temple. Plans for a spectacular death had occupied Harry's mind since his days as an ambulance driver in the First World War. He pursued death as eagerly and as singlemindedly as he had pursued his other passions: alcohol, gambling...
...hear!", reveling in a pale imitation of the pageantry of a real national convention. 'Register Kissinger not Firearms,' 'The Rock Owns a Piece of Me,' and 'Don't Re-elect Anybody' bumper stickers; dead-babies' ingarbage-cans armbands; plastic gold noose lapel pins (for 'Public Officials convicted for treason'); pistol tie clips...
Honky-tonk songs, like Pistol Packin ' Mama, came out of Texas in the late 1930s and early '40s. Elvis and Jerry Lee Lewis adapted the style to rock 'n' roll in the '50s. Sometimes called rockabilly, it celebrates booze, gambling, fighting, steppin' out, temptation and, like all country music, love. Honkin' is the word for having a good time. In the olden days the distinctive instrumental sound of honky-tonk was tinny guitar and pianoplunk. Today the new rockabilly is a country-and-western/rhythm-and-blues mix, and its dominant sound is a heavily...
...plane touched down, a tire blew out, and the plane rolled beyond the end of the mile-long runway before braking to a stop. When the workers rushed closer for a better view, a young man in a gray flying suit and white helmet climbed out, brandishing an automatic pistol. "Get back!" he cried in Russian. "I am a lieutenant in the Soviet air force, and I want to go to the United States." Pointing to his plane, he said, "This is top secret. Please cover it up and take care of it." Then he fired one warning shot...