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...things, such as riding her bike around the block or flying a kite. One day Hilary forgot to pack her Speedo for her practice with the Monmouth Barracudas, the highly selective regional swim club she belongs to. Scared of her mother's reaction, she soaked her hair in the sink to make it look as though she had participated and swore Patty, who was carpool mom that day, to secrecy. "Please, let's just pretend everything is fine," she begged...
...spring hopping is a national obsession and the remarkable benefits of bathing are heralded on a daily basis in the media. While growing up here, I harbored violent objections to displaying my everything to a bunch of naked strangers. Only as an achy, fatigued adult has it begun to sink in: What better way to slow the insane pace of this jam-packed country than with a good, long soak...
...taken a while for the blow to sink in. a market crash doesn't always come in a day. It can sneak up, slow and surreal, and you can think you survived it only to find it has barely begun. Now each week brings a new shudder and crack--first Enron and Arthur Anderson, then WorldCom, Adelphia, Xerox and the trials of Martha Stewart. Most Americans--72% in the TIME/CNN POLL--fear that they see not a few isolated cases but a pattern of deception by a large number of companies. In one survey, more than half of corporate chief...
...taken a while for the blow to sink in. a market crash doesn't always come in a day. It can sneak up, slow and surreal, and you can think you survived it only to find it has barely begun. Now each week brings a new shudder and crack-first Enron and Arthur Anderson, then WorldCom, Adelphia, Xerox and the trials of Martha Stewart. Most Americans-72% in the TIME/CNN poll-fear that they see not a few isolated cases but a pattern of deception by a large number of companies. In one survey, more than half of corporate chief...
...horse packer with a pistol strapped to his belt, the horses struggle over fallen trees, and one, having cut its leg open, bolts, nearly running us down. By late afternoon we climb to the snow line, and the horses, each 1,200 lbs. of skittishness, start shying as they sink into the drifts. Indrehus is worried that one will break a leg under a buried log. "That's why you bring the pistol," he says. Fairchild decides to camp early and send the horses back the next morning...