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...little holes. The propaganda they give you when you sign up for the operation describes the holes as "dime-sized." That took me aback. The dime, there's no denying, is a seriously undersized coin. But frankly, I wasn't thinking coins at all. I was thinking grains of sand. A dime is huge! The hospital printout of all the things you can't do afterward describes it as "major brain surgery." Is there minor brain surgery...
...strong wine list, the fact that 70 of those wines are available by the glass makes it easy to indulge with moderation. If all this sounds like a surefire recipe for commercial success, it is. Since the first Seasons 52 opened in 2003 on Orlando's popular "eat street," Sand Lake Road, the chain has spread to four more Florida locations, and the first two outside of the state are scheduled to open in Atlanta this year. Prices are reasonable (all mains are under $23), service is chirpy and each branch is smart casual in style, complete with cocktail...
...convoy waddled across the sand, the world she saw was flat, dull and yellow-brown, except where the water had turned the dust to reddish paste. The big trucks had been breaking down since they left the base in Kuwait, giving in to the grit that ate at the moving parts or bogging down in the mud and sand. Her convoy followed the route that had already been rutted or churned up by the columns ahead, and every time a five-ton truck hit a soft place and bottomed out, the 33 vehicles in Jessica's convoy dropped farther behind...
...bigger trucks, their drivers standing up to grind their boots onto the gas pedals, could not get above 40 miles per hour. One of them bogged down in the roadside sand, another broke down, and running soldiers leapt into the thin cover of other trucks as large-caliber bullets shattered windshields and bored through sheet metal, as dead and dying trucks began to block the road...
...club, Jessi could only watch. "They were on both sides of the street, and we were trapped in the middle, and they were hurtin' us bad," said Jessi. The Iraqis used rocket launchers to cripple the trucks. The grenades exploded against sheet metal or blew up geysers of sand. "I didn't kill nobody," Jessi said. She seemed ashamed. "We left a lot of men behind...