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...first version of his death. On June 2, 1976, Dillon, a lawyer, and his friend Stephen Scher, a physician, were skeet shooting at Gunsmoke, a hunting camp in northeastern Pennsylvania owned by Dillon's family. According to Scher, as the two of them blasted clay pigeons, Dillon caught sight of a porcupine and, after grabbing Scher's 16-gauge Winchester pump-action shotgun, ran off after it. Scher told police that he heard a shot, ran toward it and found Dillon 250 ft. away with a fatal wound to his chest. He had apparently tripped over a shoelace and fell...
...police are staying out of sight, keeping tabs on her from a distance to give her a chance to resume a normal, unarmed routine. They think they are making progress. On Day 23 they spotted a dust mop being shaken out a window. "At least she's cleaning house," says Gainer. And on Day 24, Allen poked her head out the window and briefly ventured out on her deck...
Some stars age gracefully. Others use every means in their power to prolong youth by focusing on its companions: beauty and desirability. Still others fade out of sight. But JON VOIGHT has chosen a fourth route. He has embraced his outer homeliness. Voight, 58, has come a long way since he played Rolf in Broadway's original Sound of Music, or even since his Oscar-winning turn as the archetypal '70s-sensitive guy in Coming Home. In Anaconda, Heat and U-Turn, Voight has proved he can be as scrofulous and evil as the next bad guy. But it takes...
...mantra of the album is the refrain of its second track, "Good Life," where the women incant in a breezy calypso lilt, "I'm livin' a good life, no more trouble in sight." Beginning with their Calvin Coolidge duds on the CD cover, the ladies propound a hip-hop-capitalist work ethic throughout Brand New. Sure they are "Livin' good, like a Nubian Queen should," but only because, as honorary member Spinderella puts it later in the track, "I busted my ass to get to the cream...
...have gone back about once every three or four years, and the magic seems never to wear off, the sight of the pink drapes, the mirrors, the candelabrum sconces, the red plush chairs, the candles flickering on the white linen--it still elates me, the Silver Butter Knife feels like a bright sword in my hand. And last year I returned with four old friends and my wife Jenny. It was one of the happiest nights I can remember, everyone yakking and laughing, eating steak, drinking a big booming red wine, feeling flush and lovable. And then I went back...