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...drugs are everywhere in America's inner cities. For Antwan, they were only a few yards away as the youngster floated high above his steamy ghetto playground on a turquoise-and-orange swing set. At the playground's edge two teenagers were selling vials of cocaine from a curbside stash. One dealer cut a score with a passing woman; looking over at Antwan, his partner spotted an opportunity...
...memory seem more unhappy than the Catchprices, who own a General Motors dealership on the outskirts of Sydney, New South Wales, Australia. Gran Catchprice, the matriarch of this ragged clan, is approaching her 86th birthday and toys with the idea of blowing Catchprice Motors to smithereens; she has a stash of gelignite and knows how to use it. Her daughter Cathy wants to leave the family business and go on the road with Big Mack, her country-and-western band. Son Mort refuses to sell cars and enjoys a none-too-warm paternal bond with his own two teenage sons...
...Venyamin, who prefers not to give his last name, cannot scrape a living out of his small landholding. He works as a ship chandler to support his wife Antonina, her mother and two young sons. They also have damp earthen cellars beneath their wooden cottage to store their winter stash: 15 sacks of potatoes, two barrels of salted cabbage, heaps of onions and carrots, five huge jars of pickles and 40 quarts of fruit preserves...
...think you've got parking problems? Try finding a place to stash a 747. Airline bankruptcies and declining passenger traffic have created a tangle of unused jetliners that can't be stored in overcrowded airports. USAir, British Airways, Delta and other carriers have parked nearly 100 of their 767s, 737s, MD-80s and other jets out in the Southern California desert at Mojave Airport. Cost: about $200 a month...
There's something wrong when a $7 movie in the mall can leave you with post- traumatic stress syndrome. In the old days killers merely stalked and slashed and strangled. Today they flay their victims and stash the rotting, skinless corpses. Or they eat them filleted, with a glass of wine, or live and with the skin still on when there's no time to cook. It's not even the body count that matters anymore. What counts is the number of ways to trash the body: decapitation, dismemberment, impalings and (ranging into the realm of the printed word...