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...descendant of Navajos who returned from the terrible "Long Walk" of 1864, when the U.S. cavalry herded 8,000 tribesmen 400 miles, from northern Arizona to Fort Sumner in eastern New Mexico. When snow piled up higher than the hogan roof a dozen years ago, she rode horseback through the blizzard eight days to watch over her sheep, losing half her hearing to frostbite. Ella Deal's life, too, moves to nature's seasonal and spiritual rhythms...
...speaking with top Soviet officials. Photographers Mark Meyer and David Burnett traveled thousands of miles across the country to take many of the issue's photographs. Reporter-Researcher John Kohan, who speaks fluent Russian and was making his fourth trip to the U.S.S.R., visited a psychiatric outpatient center, rode with an ambulance team, went behind the scenes at the old Moscow circus, spent a day at a tractor factory...
This emergency service works best in Moscow, where 800 ambulances staffed by 2,000 doctors, 5,500 medical assistants and 2,400 drivers answer an average of 8,000 calls a day-at no charge. TIME Reporter-Researcher John Kohan rode with one ambulance team for part of its twelve-hour tour and filed this report...
Born in 1935, Jordan was reared straitened middle-class circumstances. His father was a postal supervisor, his mother a caterer; her business is now operated by one of Jordan's two brothers. Though Jordan never lived in actual poverty, he once observed: "I rode in the back of the bus, I sat upstairs in the theater, I sat upstairs in the courtroom." After earning a bachelor's degree in political science at DePauw University ('57) and a law degree from Howard University ('60), Jordan set out to do his best to end those injustices...
...statistics alone do not give a full sense of the volcano's fury. Bob Carpenter, a Portland auto mechanic, described the destruction that he saw as he rode by train across the muddy, logjammed Toutle River: "It was eerie, unreal, almost like looking at a graveyard in a London fog, with steam rising among the sheared trees and debris and only the sound of the train on the track." Susan Hobart, a reporter for Portland's Oregonian, added: "The living are not welcome here. The ground rejects you, trying to suck you into foot-deep mud. Chill winds...