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...ratchet on the reel to let the fish run. Then, without warning, the line slackened. The broadbill was streaking to the surface. He rose out of the water and fell back with a splash we could hear but not see. The glow of the Cyalume marked him 100 yds. to starboard. We could detect only the eerie green light, which now began tearing across the inky water and around our stern. The swordfish was encircling the boat with line. Mann cranked furiously on the reel, trying to take up slack while Peacock revved the engines, and the boat leaped forward...
...grim wall that divides the city, Carter, Rosalynn and Amy mounted a platform along the border and looked through field glasses at the forbidding, obstacle-studded no man's zone and at East German guards staring back. During the night, the East Germans had whitewashed about 200 yds. of the wall to cover up anti-Communist graffiti...
...stunning view of cold, moonlit mountains bending down to a deep bowl of dark water: Valdez Harbor, Alaska, the end of the endlessly fought-over trans-Alaska pipeline. Far below sits a cluster of saucer-shaped storage tanks. Pairs of fat aluminum pipes stretch toward shipping berths 500 yds. out from shore at the tip of long, brightly lit piers. At one berth, the black shape of a tanker lies like a beached whale being fed intravenously. The tanker is hooked to four hydraulically powered feeder lines. All night long it will suck crude oil out of these cold mountains...
...behind. Affirmed and Alydar flew out of the final turn and into the home stretch, driving for the wire, joined in desperate struggle. With 3/16 of a mile to go, Alydar pushed in front by a nose, but Affirmed, running now on heart, reclaimed the lead with 20 yds. left. They thundered home, two great colts running in splendor. When it was over, Steve Cauthen put the dimensions of their duel with eloquent simplicity: "This was a horse race...
...race begins when anxious spinners scoop up the fleece almost before it is off the sheep and stampede 50 yds. to their spinning wheels in a big corral. Spectators press in as the spinners cunningly twist the fleece into yarn, then turn it over to the weavers, who throw shuttles of yarn back and forth across the warps of their looms with metronomic regularity. "More gray, more gray," barks Debbie Abbott, captain of the defending champion, team Minnie and the Hampmonters. Without missing a beat, her spinners turn to. The resulting shawl, complete and ready for auction in less than...