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This week the Malecon belongs to the balseros. But the weather is not on their side. Juan, 20, stands knee-deep in the swelling surf. Despite cheers from the crowd above, he is finding it impossible to lash his inner tubes to the plywood he hopes will bear him away. The waves are too high; lightning flashes and a pelting rain begins. Does it matter whether he ends up in Miami or only Guantanamo? "Who cares?" he asks. "So long as it's out of here." He has no job, no money, no prospects, he says; he must escape...
...more colorful -- and controversial. Before retiring from the New York police department in 1971, he collected 22 commendations and attained top standing as a first-grade detective, despite several internal investigations into his conduct. He is credited with collaring notorious jewel thief Jack ("Murph the Surf") Murphy in 1964. Since going private, McNally has provided his services to the defense of Patty Hearst, Bernhard Goetz and John Gotti. Defense attorney F. Lee Bailey, who is also part of the Simpson team, has tapped McNally's services regularly, as have other top attorneys. "He's the defense lawyer's ultimate secret...
...There were no young musicians at Woodstock '94 who compared in sheer potency to Pete Townshend or Jimi Hendrix or Janis Joplin. Still, some turned in rousing sets. Rapper B-Real of Cypress Hill flouted authority, smoking a marijuana joint onstage and then throwing himself into the crowd to surf on the hands of his fans. Guitarist-singer Melissa Etheridge offered a punchy, joyous version of her pop-rock hit Come to My Window. And the Irish rock group the Cranberries won over the crowd with their moody, introspective sound. "We expected ((the turnout)) to be large...
...Surf rec.music.phish (a high-volume discussion group...
...this is where the plot thickened because here's where nature entered. The vicious, pounding surf seemed nothing like the magical little Spring Break `94 waves that my classmates were undoubtedly enjoying on Daytona Beach. The sun was also problematic, for though it shone not brightly it was showering us with imperceptible and deadly UV rays. Some black clouds were sort of hanging around on the edges of the admittedly huge and natural skyscape. As I knew too well, this was appropriate weather for a little dreaded hypothermia. And my legs were itching, let me tell you, hopping with invisible...