Word: rowing
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Elohim City, a far-right religious community in eastern Oklahoma, where patriarch Robert G. Millar preaches his own variation of white-separatist ideology (northern Europeans are the real chosen people, with a "divine right to authority," and so on). Millar acted as Snell's "spiritual adviser" on death row. After Snell's execution, his body was brought back to Elohim City for burial...
...look even better toppling Christy Turlington on a sandbar in Maui." Happily for Mac, his appearance isn't all he has going for him. Smart enough to have developed an immensely profitable software program, this New York City police officer lives not in some aluminum-sided row house in Queens but rather in a vast SoHo loft replete with abstract paintings and expensive sheets. Sure, he has problems--like a stiff, play-by-the-rules police chief--but they're never anything that a blond and a good Merlot can't help him solve...
Hopefully the lightweights will be able to carry the momentum from San Diego back to the east coast. The men's lightweight crew's next race is in Atlanta, where it will row against Cambridge, Oxford and Yale...
...best actor for his portrayal of a suicidal alcoholic in "Leaving Las Vegas." Susan Sarandon, who had been shut out after four previous nominations, won best actress for the role of Sister Helen Prejean in "Dead Man Walking." The actual Louisiana nun, who tried to reform a death-row inmate, was in the audience. In terms of genuine emotion, TIME's Attinger says, Sarandon's moment ranked with Mira Sorvino's win for best supporting actress for her portrayal of a prostitute in "Might Aphrodite." Sorvino, verging on tears, thanked her father, Paul Sorvino, as the veteran actor openly sobbed...
...weeks after that race, Bailey stopped by Mott's barn at Belmont, and the trainer asked him to get up on Cigar one more time, just to walk him around shed row for a few minutes. Says Mott: "I sort of wanted the two of them to savor their year together. None of us--not me, not Jerry, not Mr. Paulson--may ever be part of something so special and wonderful again...