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...most gas stations everywhere did before self-service and digital pump readouts set in. But it is only a lasso's throw away from Interstate 80, America's main street from New York to San Francisco, and thus a haven for a dawn-to-dark stream of crippled motor homes, family sedans and four-wheel-drive pickups...
...this time, the Clamshell Alliance had brought a dozen demonstrators to picket the pro-nuclear stance of the governors' association Nuclear Power Subcommittee. State troopers and Boston police kept a watchful eye on the small but noisy stream of protestors shouting, "Meldrim Thomson, Dixie Lee Ray, we don't believe a word you say." They distributed reprints of an article in Rolling Stone by Edward Kohn headlined, "The Government's Quiet War on Scientists Who Know Too Much." They chanted for about three hours, but provoked no confrontations or bad blood, just a lot of disgusted looks from Sheraton windows...
Summertime, and the fishing is easy. Unless the quarry is the broadbill swordfish, one of the strongest, most aggressive and highly prized trophies in the sea. New discoveries about the swordfish's feeding and fighting habits have resulted in record catches in the Gulf Stream, off the Florida coast. TIME Miami Bureau Chief Richard Woodbury joined a group of swordfishermen in pursuit of the broadbill. His report...
Precisely at 7 o'clock on a muggy, mosquito-filled evening, we pushed off from a south Miami marina and sped east into the open Atlantic, heading for the deepest reaches of the Gulf Stream. Our skipper was Pete Peacock, 41, a contractor by trade but a fisherman by avocation, one of the best in the Miami area. If anyone could find the big broadbill, it was Peacock. Two other fishing boats tagged along in convoy as we tore out of the Cape Florida Channel at 30 m.p.h. The CB radio crackled with reports of battles near...
...hour, Peacock cut the twin Mercuries. "This is the spot!" he called. We floated noiselessly on a dusky patch of sea. The jagged line on the Fathometer confirmed that we were in the swordfish's favorite haunt, a 1,100-ft.-deep stretch of the bathtub-warm Gulf Stream. Broadbills normally stay hundreds of feet down-one reason they are so hard to catch-but in the early '70s, Cuban refugee fishermen discovered that these fish rose from the depths at night, apparently to feed on squid that in turn were feeding on microscopic plankton drifting...