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...talking larceny. Robert Saroki, a Marathon gas-station owner in Wixom, Mich., keeps hearing stories of crazed drivers smashing the glass on other stations' pumps. Steve Glazer says customers at his Flushing, N.Y., Mobil station are so angry he is going to wear a helmet to work. Says Glazer, who has watched his profit margins erode to nothing: "I'd like to know who's making all the money...
...distribution system is severely strained. If rolling blackouts in California hamper refining operations, supplies could thin out again, not just in the West but throughout the country, as distributors race to reroute gasoline. If there are no disruptions, then wholesale prices should drop. The real question is whether gas-station owners like Saroki and Glazer, hurt so badly these past months, will pass those savings...
...payback for all those insufferable, phony-rich, new-economy yuppies in their view-blocking, death-dealing, friend-of-OPEC SUVs. "Gas will probably go to $3, and I applaud it," says the retired computer-company executive as he fills the tank of his light pickup truck at a station in Los Angeles. "I'd like to see all gas guzzlers off the road...
...Jennie Randolph, no saint but a fairly negligent absentee? Would that have made Nixon Churchillian? Suppose, at the other extreme, that Nixon had been dealt the hand (a straight flush) of little Franklin Roosevelt. Suppose Nixon had grown up - not in his bleakly struggling Whittier, California, with the gas station and the saint and the angry, punitive Dad - but as a darling of the Hudson River gentry, doted upon as an only child by an aging gentleman father and by a mother who loved Franklin and indulged him and obsessed upon him, and controlled his life and income...
...Like any passionate marriage, the decision led to moments of ecstatic pleasure and migraine-like pain. At its brilliant best, RJP sounds like the radio station you always wished you owned. At the click of the play button your entire library continuously and melodiously blends into itself with nary a second of dead air, songs cohabiting completely at random yet sparkling with synchronicity. I've tried Music Match and all those other jukeboxes; nobody does it better than Real...