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White. No horizon. In the distance, sky and tundra fade together into a blue-white wash. The Arctic landscape has a great many shades of white: the crystalline white of blown snow. The gray-green white of ice on the sea. The silver white of a fox's fur. The turquoise white in the northern sky an hour before the sun comes up in the south to illuminate another short winter...
White. Senator Frank Murkowski of Alaska, standing on the floor of the Senate last month, holding up a blank sheet of white paper. That, he says, is all you can see in winter on the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge's coastal plain--just "snow and ice." So what could be wrong with drilling for oil in such a bleak, deserted region in the distant northeastern corner of Alaska? There is nothing there...
...refuge is intact, with little more than 1,000 tourists visiting a year. Established by President Eisenhower in 1960 as America's last unspoiled frontier, the area contains large populations of caribou, moose, musk oxen, wolves, foxes, grizzlies and polar bears, along with loons, snow geese and many other species of migratory birds. It was doubled in size, to 19 million acres, by the Carter Administration in 1980. But at the same time, with millions of barrels of oil being extracted from neighboring Prudhoe Bay, Congress set aside 1.5 million acres along the coast of the refuge--the so-called...
...small child. But the Connally Seven had chosen a spectacular hideaway after one of them allegedly shot a policeman 11 times in Irving, Texas. The RV site was perched high above Woodland Park, with a postcard view of the northeast face of Pikes Peak fading and reappearing behind blowing snow and scuttling clouds. The fugitives had been there for three weeks, paid cash, received no mail...
...markets were shuttered. Martin Luther King Day. Late afternoon. He was working. George Soros was at home in New York's Westchester County, inside a snow-wrapped, Gatsbyesque dream house, wrestling with the problem. It was as quiet as a bank vault, except for the occasional squeak of a chair, the ringing of the phone and Soros' soft, Hungarian-accented voice talking the problem through. He sipped at some hot tea, and when he put the cup down, that made some noise...