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...Rice Street resident reported that sometime between 2:30 and 7:30 a.m., an unknown person entered her apartment, took a rose from a nearby vase and placed it next to her while she was in bed. Police found no sign of forced entry...

Author: By Garrett M. Graff, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Police Log | 8/10/2001 | See Source »

...shot of tequila. I didn’t feel too well the next day. Uch, a sportswriter, had taken me back to his place to sleep, dropping me off shortly before 11:30 a.m. at my apartment. I soaked in the bathtub for awhile and lay motionless on my bed, feeling so sick I didn’t even think to call the paper and tell them I was okay. When my editor called a short time later—after calling the hospital looking for me and after threatening my friend Lindsay that if was her fault...

Author: By Edward B. Colby, | Title: POSTCARD FROM CHATTANOOGA, TENN.: Living Alone | 8/10/2001 | See Source »

Then Walsh ushered in Kolya, a 145-lb. shaggy white Great Pyrenees, who climbed right up onto the woman's bed and snuggled against her body. Five minutes passed in silence. Then the woman's hand moved slowly toward the dog. She began to stroke his soft, thick coat. Another five minutes passed. The woman smiled and murmured, "So lovely..." "For half an hour she kept petting him and calling him 'my friend,'" says Walsh. "The whole time, I watched the blood-pressure monitor go down, down, down...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Canine Candy Stripers | 8/6/2001 | See Source »

...body cannot learn to adapt to stress unless it experiences it. Indulged children are often less able to cope with stress because their parents have created an atmosphere where their whims are indulged, where they have always assumed...that they're entitled and that life should be a bed of roses...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Parents and Children: Who's In Charge Here? | 8/6/2001 | See Source »

...There was a time in my primitive past when I dealt with mice by setting out the ancient instruments of death - the medieval cheese-baited mouse-whackers that terminate the hungry midnight rodent like the Inquisition nailing a Cathar. In bed, I would hear a trap going off in the middle of the night: THWACK! A little extinction in another part of the house. In the morning, I would dispose of the carnage...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: On the Farm, Rapidly Evolving Super Mice | 8/6/2001 | See Source »

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