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...results have been dramatic. This year 92% of Fox Tech students passed the state's math exam--the best performance in the district. The dropout rate--15% in 1995--is down to 4%. The old Fox Tech literally smelled from garbage left to rot in corners and from homeless men who used the fountain as a toilet. Now the school is spotless. Open house, which used to draw perhaps 60 parents, regularly attracts 600--spurred, no doubt, by Cockrell's having dispatched faculty to knock on doors...
...harried director, is a charismatic anchor for the show; and Kate Levering, as the chorus girl who becomes a star, dances like a demon. The book is creakier than ever, with all that campy ?30s lingo ("Am-scray, toots!"). But this show is pure candy. It'll probably rot your teeth, but who can resist...
...slang for smoking speed in Thai is keng rot, literally racing, the same words used to describe the weekend motorcycle rallying. The bikers' lives revolve around these two forms of keng rot. They look forward all week to racing their bikes against other gangs from other neighborhoods. And while they profess to have nothing but disgust for the slum's hard-core addicts, by 4 a.m. that night on a mattress laid on the floor next to his beloved Honda, Big and his friends are smoking yaba, and there suddenly seems very little difference between his crowd and Jacky...
...Ranong avenue, next to the Klong Toey slum, they meet up with bikers from other slums. They have been holding these rallies for a decade, some of the kids first coming on the backs of their older brothers' bikes. Ken rot is a ritual by now, as ingrained in Thai culture as the speed they smoke to get up for the night of racing. The street is effectively closed off to non-motorcyclists and pedestrians. The bikers idle along the side of the road and then take off in twos and threes, popping wheelies, the usual motorcycle stunts. But souped...
...hands in upstate New York, where he and his wife lived after his retirement. "He never got tired of making new rooms," Gallagher writes. "When I was a kid, I thought he had made the world." But as her parents grow more feeble, the house begins to rot away; eventually it would take a team wearing surgical masks and gloves to clean it out. Her sweet mother is too pliant to complain, her father too stubborn and sick to think straight. Yet to Gallagher, he is still the fearless man who arrived in steerage, took jobs selling bananas (eating nothing...