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...Island. "I read about English gardens," Carole explains. "They are too fussy for me." Someone suggested ornamental grasses from the Washington-based landscape-architect firm of Oehme, van Sweden, as a solution. The Rosenbergs' sloping lawn is now intersected and ringed with free-form gardens of 3-ft. grasses, Scotch Broom covered with saffron blossoms, blue allium balls, mounds of soft green sedums and spikes of silver-green lavender. "I wanted something to work with the wind," says Carole, reeling off Latin names for her 14 varieties. "And it's easy to maintain...
...sides of the legalization debate cite the example of alcohol, without really understanding it. Pro-legalizers say other drugs are no worse than alcohol and it's hypocritical for society to spend millions trying to ban the use of "drugs" while other millions are spent promoting the use of Scotch. Anti-legalizers say, hypocrisy or not, we're stuck with the social costs of alcohol but that doesn't mean we need to add other drugs to the vicious stew...
...eight years since the ban on new signs was passed, the value of the existing billboards has skyrocketed. The highway commission estimates that it would cost the prohibitive total of some $12.3 million to buy all the signs that are blocking construction. One billboard, which carries a Dewar's Scotch whisky ad and a promotion for Hilton hotels, is said to be worth...
...that is. Greeting visitors to his 1802 Federal house are life-size cutout figures of Frank and Ed, the yokels from the Bartles & Jaymes ad. "I want you to meet a couple of friends of mine -- Frank and Ed," he tells an unwary visitor. He admits to two vices, Scotch old-fashioneds and raspberry sherbet. After he wrote a column about the scarcity of the latter, merchants started stocking...
...these are nothing compared with the extremes in him, in brave, dumb Captain Midlife, jogging with the kids, exhaling frost; or out on the town, red-mufflered to the eyes, a Scotch ad beaming with conventional merriment. Inside his aching, brooding head, a mess of city-dump proportions. He crouches in the mind's attic like one of those soldiers who are never told that the war is over, and reads that Michael Korda, a modern adviser on how to live, says that by the time one reaches one's 40s, all emotional and professional problems should be settled...