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Chile's President Augusto Pinochet Ugarte, 68, was opening an international trade fair in suburban Santiago when less than 600 feet away a bomb ripped up a lengthy section of railroad track. No one was injured in the blast, which was one of at least 19 in the capital and four other Chilean cities last week. That explosive epidemic capped a new political offensive by opponents of the eleven-year-old Pinochet regime...
...before the debate, a sermon resisted change through severe warnings against the twin evils of abortion and recreational sex. "Think about it when you go to vote," admonished the priest. Parishioner Judy Tren-kamp, a photocopier operator, lives with her son in a mock-Tudor house next to the railroad tracks. "Half of this parish is out of work," she shrugs. "I wanted Ferraro to trounce Bush...
...will be tougher to fake. They each have a spray of colors, 15 for the 10,000 yen note alone, and larger watermarks. For the blind, they will bear their value in braille. One problem with the new bills is that vending machines, where the Japanese buy everything from railroad tickets to whisky, will have to be converted to accept the new currency...
...climbs in the sky, turning the dew to vapor that rises from the surface of the plain. This heartland, thousands of square miles, is central Texas. Bonnie and Clyde rampaged through the territory. Sam Bass, the outlaw, was gunned down in Round Rock, not far from the Santa Fe railroad. Today, Interstate 35 passes small and medium-size towns, ranches and farms. Huge trucks rumble into dusty, chalk-white depots to load crushed rock from local quarries. At intervals, as the road stretches across the land, a red, white and blue Lone-Star State flag flutters above a solitary dwelling...
...brick and hand-hewn oak 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...