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...Faulkner respects death-penalty foes. What she resents is that their poster boy is the man who murdered her husband. And so while they do their thing, she intends to hold up Daniel Faulkner's photograph as she reads the 1982 courtroom testimony of witnesses who saw the killer shoot her husband and then stand over him and fire again and again...
...believes a portion of their Social Security should be invested in private accounts. "Maybe it's because I was raised in West Texas, far away from the center of power," Bush said, "and I trust individuals." McKinnon and a film crew flew to Midland last month to shoot footage for the convention film, and references to Bush's homestead are sure to find their way into the convention speech...
...snowboarding waiter Leslie, he has tried other golf variations before, but Northstar's U.X. Open marks the first time he has scaled a mountain to try to shoot birdies. "It reminds you that when all's said and done, it is just a game," he says. "Regular golf can get pretty stressful." But the result of the U.X. Open indicates that not everything about golf changes when you change the format. The winner of the tournament, at 6 under par, was Thomas Clarke, 41, a chiropractor who was very serious about the competition...
...friends in W, I would mock him until he cried littlegirly-fashion tears, though I would first have to find a good excuse for having read W, and my normal "It's at my barber's" wasn't going to cut it. I knew a photo shoot would involve random people touching me, which I have finally learned always sounds a lot better than it turns out. Besides, I'm not photogenic (see last week's issue, page 8). That's why TIME uses a drawing in the middle of this column instead of a picture. You cannot imagine...
...shoot, a stylist brought me into the wardrobe room, which, I noticed nervously, was full of shoes that didn't have laces. He was joined by two female interns. As I stripped down to my boxers, I couldn't help feeling like a piece of meat. A piece of meat that neither of the women was looking at despite my repeated exclamations of "Those sit-ups really do pay off!" and "For the love of God, look...