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This Sunday's offering (Oct. 4), Why America Burns, hooks viewers early on with an indelible image: a living room transformed into an explosive fireball by a match tossed in a wastebasket. Experts call the moment of conflagration "flash-over." Most Americans have never heard the term-indeed, most people who have seen flashover are dead. Yet flashover for fun, and for profit, has become the country's favorite act of God. Every hour 300 fires break out in the U.S., killing one and disfiguring three, more than in any other industrialized country...
...room back home there is a hole in the wall, put there by my fist a couple of years ago when the Pats lost that playoff game to Oakland. There are other reminders of my days as a fan of that sorry team: A severely dented wastebasket, a banged up door, one or two permanently frayed nerves...
...illustrate his point, as legend now has it, Laffer sketched a crude diagram on a cocktail napkin on the table.* It showed that if taxes went too high, the Government would take in less revenue because people would be working less. That first Laffer curve landed in a wastebasket, but it was destined to become one of the most controversial concepts in recent economic theory...
Bettmann has always been a discerning judge of quality, discarding most of the 100,000 photos he reviewed each year for possible inclusion in the collection. "You could start your own archive from my wastebasket," he says. But one would need the key to the complicated and precise Bettmann cataloguing system, which, he claims with a smile, "is based on Bach. It's all in the music." As it happens, Bettmann, now retired in Florida, plans to devote his time to his "hang-up," a biography of Bach. "I'm a scholar, a bookman," he says...
...music. For someone who is 29, she is strangely fixated on the '60s. Her songs, both for Alice in Concert and her previous show Runaways, a short-lived paean to urchin street vandals, sound, at their very best, like numbers that the composers of Hair threw in the wastebasket...