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...Irene Trammell, 39, an $80,000-a-year software saleswoman who walked into a loud, flashy gym one day and heard a voice telling her to start her own. She has marketed heavily to Christians with listings in the Shepherd's Guide and ads on a local Christian radio station. Gym membership has grown to 221, with each person paying $29 to $49 a month. While most members are Christian, Trammell insists her doors are open to those of other faiths--or no faith. She does, however, reserve the right to proselytize among members. "If I feel so moved...
...warm-up for the barrage of instant analysis he is about to unleash. Cramer's knack for quick distillation enabled him to build a fortune as a fast-trading hedge-fund manager in the '90s. Now he's using the same reflexes to resuscitate ratings at the financial cable station CNBC, whose fortunes deflated with the Internet bubble...
That's because love of a different sort took hold of me instantaneously. As I was reading the Kansas City Star on my grandparents' front porch, I noticed an item about an upstart 100-watt radio station called KCMO. I knew immediately I wanted to work there. After auditioning by reading articles I'd adapted from the Star, I was hired as a newsman and sports announcer. So I scratched my plans to reunite with my would-be flame in Illinois...
...next Monday, I was thrilled when she reappeared at the station. I pumped my boss for details and found out her name was Mary Elizabeth Maxwell--but she went by the name Betsy--and that, as a recent graduate of the University of Missouri School of Journalism, she had been hired to write ad copy...
...remember being uncharacteristically shy with Betsy, hesitant even to talk to her. One day, though, my boss asked me to read a hair-product commercial the station was recording. When I showed up in the studio, there stood my gorgeous redhead, ready to read the female part. After the final take, feeling frustrated by the exercise, I crumpled the script, threw it on the floor and fumed, "Who in the world writes this junk...