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American fans often approach Stubby Clapp as he's walking through the mall or pushing his cart down the grocery aisles. Many ask for his autograph. Some invite him to their children's birthday parties. They admire the intensity with which he plays second base, they love his congenial nature, and they cheer each time he does a back flip when he takes the field...
...Whitt will have 17 of those players on his roster, including Rob Ducey, 39, who played for six Major League teams, including the Blue Jays, between 1987 and 2001. "I couldn't win a 100-yard dash," Ducey concedes, "but I can make it from first base to home plate with all my parts intact." Ducey provides the kind of leadership that only a big-league veteran...
...Fitzsimmons and Leeman set off from the ACV in a tender to reconnoiter. Leeman is hoping to improve the knowledge base in the district office by taking photographs of little-known islands in the immediate area, recording their topography and the best sea approaches in case of a future incident, such as a search-and-rescue or a suspected illegal entry vessel. They've also brought along a rod and reel, hoping that dragging a lure in the water might attract a plump fish for dinner. Moored just off Masig, the larger of Yorke's islands, is Mr. Nobody...
...tropical sky, night falls almost instantly, and the navigational instruments now cast a greenish glow around the skipper. A fixed-wing "Islander" heads back to base at Horn Island as a Coastwatch helicopter (or "helo") code-named Lima 51 flies in to assist in the search; a forward-looking infra-red (flir) detection system in the helo's nose checks out the hides that have been cut in the mangroves around the island. No luck. Returning to base, the helo calls in to report that it's clocked a vessel 10 nautical mi. away, at 108 degrees. There's restrained...
...winter sky threatens rain or worse. In layers of thermals, waterproof trousers and parkas, gloves sodden from slippery branches, Shaw and other members of the local Aboriginal community have scrambled for an hour through steep rainforest to reach this spot in the island's wild southwest. Here at the base of a rough limestone bluff, half-hidden by the immense arching fronds of tree ferns, a dark cave mouth gapes crookedly, big enough to admit a man almost upright. But Shaw, the head of the Tasmanian Aboriginal Land Council, suddenly feels uneasy - not about the bugs or the damp...