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...Actress Suzanne Vale, 29, whose diary of her 30 days in a Los Angeles drug rehabilitation clinic forms the strongest part of this feisty, refreshing first novel. Suzanne's journal is counterpoint to the strident monologue of a fellow patient, Alex Daniels, also 29, who bottomed out at a Ramada Inn on a half-ounce of cocaine, six Long Island iced teas, two Smirnoffs, a hamburger, French fries and cake...
...modest brick-and-wood ranch-style house. Their names are on the mailbox, and it was only a few years ago that they installed a security system. All their children, three sons and a daughter, are grown. Walton typically rises before dawn and eats breakfast at the Ramada Inn coffee shop on his way to work. Along the way he may stop at Barber John Mayhall's for his monthly haircut, for which he pays $5 (no tip). While Bentonville offers few diversions, a favorite Friday-night spot for the Waltons is Fred's Hickory Inn, known for its ribs...
...need to work or conduct conferences in their rooms. Since 1984, Memphis-based Holiday has increased the number of Embassy Suites hotels from 26 to 75. Last week Hilton announced that it will build ten all-suites hotels by 1989, an investment of some $200 million. Next month Ramada will open its first all-suites property in Pompano Beach, Fla. Ramada plans to build more all-suites inns as part of a substantial expansion of its chain, from 600 hotels...
...then drove away. They watched for nearly an hour. A Soviet embassy official, later identified as Aleksey Gavilovich Tkachenko, drove near the spot, but did not stop. Finally, the agents moved in and picked up a brown shopping bag. At 3 a.m. they surprised Walker at a nearby Ramada Inn. He tried to flee down a hallway but prudently decided not to use the loaded pistol he was carrying...
Life is hectic on a package tour with potential Presidents The two dozen reporters who sat slumped in the lobby of the Ramada Inn in Keene, N.H., had been waiting for Walter Mondale for almost three hours when the announcement finally came that the bus was ready for boarding. They gathered their gear, slogged through ankle-deep slush, and were just settling into their seats when word filtered down the aisle: "He's going to answer something." No one knew what Mondale would be asked, or by whom, but they grabbed their notebooks and, grumbling and muttering, trudged back...