Word: boated
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People looked at the searing photograph of a U.S. federal agent taking a young boy at gun point and asked, "How did it get to this?" Briefly, here's how: in late 1999, a small boat sank while making its perilous way from Cuba to Florida. Six-year-old Elian Gonzalez's mother and 10 other refugees drowned. Elian was picked up by two fishermen as he floated in an inner tube off Florida's coast. The boy had relatives in Miami, and they took him in. Immediately, debate flared over whether Elian should stay...
...fisherman. He became known to us by one name. To have any greater religious overtones, the tale would have to involve visits from the Virgin Mary--which some said it did. And the standoff over what to do with Elian (now 7) after the November 1999 Cuban-refugee-boat sinking that killed his mother, was as intractable as a religious schism. To his father Juan Miguel, in Cuba, the Miami relatives who took Elian in were kidnappers, buying the boy's love with chocolate milk and trips to Disney World. To the relatives and their vocal, anti-Castro, Cuban-American...
...Negotiations between Democrats and Republicans over power sharing in a 50-50 Senate threaten to blow a hole in the bipartisan boat. Sens. Daschle and Lott are meeting every other work day to haggle over power sharing. "But we're not getting far on that," says a senior Senate GOP leadership aide. Daschle, who angered Lott and Nickles by trying first to negotiate via press conferences, has ordered his aides not to discuss his negotiations with the Republicans. Lott has offered Daschle a 50-50 split on committee budgets and staffing, but he still insists that Republicans have a majority...
...captain's hat. Question was, Could I drive, er, pilot a two-story house? During the next several hours, Steve gave us a crash course on how to operate the high-powered generator, prime the engine, use the toilet, work the marine radio and anchor the boat. Under his watchful eye, I soon settled into the captain's chair to take over the wheel. And then, good news! It became obvious that driving a houseboat--even a 60-footer--is a snap. Its dual engines powered us so smoothly over the lake that we wouldn't have spilled a drop...
...evening destination, a sandy beach hidden inside an alcove about 25 miles up the lake. It would take nearly three hours to get there. With the aid of a map and binoculars, we finally located an empty 80-ft.-wide crescent covered with soft, salmon-colored sand. No other boat or person was in sight. Once we had anchored, our daughters made a mad dash for the upper deck in what would be the first of innumerable shrieking rides down the slide into clear 80[degree] water. Though the bow of the boat was wedged securely on sand, the water...