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...visitor to Washington was John W. Hinckley Jr., 25, of Evergreen, Colo. He was in a surly mood. He snapped at a waitress who served him a cheeseburger in the terminal restaurant. He ate alone at the rear of the room, then walked back into the station's lobby, stalking about impatiently for an hour. He seemed to be waiting for someone...
NASA officials had one word for the simulated launch of the space shuttle at Cape Canaveral last week: "Super!" Then disaster struck. For reasons yet to be explained, five Rockwell International technicians removed an access panel and entered a rear section of the orbiter above the engine. A few minutes later, they began keeling over from lack of oxygen. One technician, John Bjornstad, 50, died in a helicopter en route to a hospital, and another, Forrest Cole, was in critical condition...
...there, buddy, how about moving back?" the driver said, meanwhile driving his bus just as fast as he could. The whole bus froze- whites at the front, blacks at the rear. They didn't want to believe what was happening was really happening. The seated black man said nothing. The standing white man said nothing...
...Mary's retinue assembles, the pace quickens, and the play resembles a Marx brothers script co-authored by Genet and Brecht. As ladies in waiting attend the Queen, they are addressed from the rear by fornicating lackey-lovers. When Mary calls for her dogs, a bevy of stuffed canines are propped up before her. She chooses to disremember that she once had a hound killed for losing the scent in a foxhunt. Like unskilled pickpockets, her attendants try to plunder her last remaining jewelry. A marvelously comic doctor-apothecary team (John Bottom and Ron Faber) get the Queen deliriously...
...legend lives on--a self-conscious parody of itself. Confederate flags grace the rear windows of countless Le Sabres (of the Buick variety), and the endless parade of hypesters, from Ted Turner to the late Colonel Sanders, parade themselves in front of a beguiled public as something unique--something Southern. Of course, one would be hard pressed, once one looked beneath the drawl, to find anything unique at all. The South is as distressingly prime-time American as any other section of the country, perhaps even more so. We would like the South to be different; to be a hopeless...