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...headed up to Connecticut's Stafford Motor Speedway to meet Dennis Anderson, the man who built Grave Digger in 1981 and still drives it whenever his shoulder is attached to his body. He told me he had started out "mudboggin' and tug-o-warrin'" four-wheel drives. I didn't understand most of what Dennis said. After sitting down for a brief conversation, he told me my monster-truck name should be Powder Puff Boy. Then he punched me in the knee...
...engine turned off and decided I had been going too slow. Also, as I was approaching the ramp, I misinterpreted Dennis' signal to slow down for some kind of monster-truck high five and hit the gas instead. I Fonzied five feet over both Caprices, clearing my front wheels by 15 feet. I felt like Bo and Luke, only really scared. When I landed, my head somehow hit the steering wheel and cracked my helmet visor in two, despite the fact that I was buckled in so tight I couldn't move. Sadly, this is how I got my first...
...Could the minister of information walk the lion around the garden, asked the TV crew. "Why not?" The minister led the lion up the driveway whereupon it dove into our four-wheel drive and started spinning around on the back seat. The minister grabbed a black sun hat and used it to encourage the lion out. It jumped at the hat and tore it to shreds. By this stage we were all getting very nervous. The lion ran into a thicket of bamboo and the minister shouted something at the lion handler who disappeared for a few moments before reappearing...
...place, she says, where she never imagined she would be. Kathleen once considered becoming a nun and spent time planting pistachio trees on a New Mexico reservation. When she got married, her bridesmaids gave her a potter's wheel. "I didn't think I'd run for political office," she told TIME. "I grew up in a family that loved politics, but it was for the men, not the women." The women, she said, were "supposed to work hard." And unlike the boys, to toe the line. Her letters to her grandmother Rose came back full of corrections, written...
...month after the incident, a matsuri (festival) is in full swing. Children wave cotton candy and scoop at goldfish with paper nets. Shirtless skateboarders do stunts on an open walkway. Women in shorts and bikini tops lick at jewel-colored snow cones. In the shadow of a giant Ferris wheel with a Coca-Cola logo and a two-story emporium called the American Depot march a cavalry of drum-banging young Japanese men. They're sweating through their traditional Okinawan outfits of purple bandannas and swinging orange coats...