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...Tull, 41, a manufacturer's sales representative from Roswell, Georgia, calls the sport "absolutely addictive; some people call it a disease." He hunts about 25 mornings a year during the birds' spring mating season, getting up at 3 a.m., driving an hour and a half, then lying in the brush of north Georgia in a green-and-tan camouflage suit, making improper suggestions in hen-turkey language to persuade sex-crazed gobblers to strut into shotgun range, tail feathers spread, beard wiggling, wings spread and lowered. Generally, Tull says, he drives back to work happy but turkeyless. The range...
HOLY COW! NOW I'VE HEARD EVERYthing--whining on the range by socialist cowboys who want more subsidies and no interference, thank you [COVER STORIES, Oct. 23]. Gimme a break! These ranchers get dirt-cheap grazing on public land. They get assistance on water tanks, fences and brush control, and they get help from the Agriculture Department. And then they scream about how much they hate Big Government. Sorry, folks, but it's time the free market was introduced into the West. Why should environmental groups be excluded from bidding on grazing rights? Open up the process...
Speculation shifted. Perhaps the note was a cover for someone with a more personal grudge against Amtrak, the Sunset Limited or someone on that doomed train. In Hyder people wondered about a suspicious brush fire that had threatened a wooden railroad bridge, and a stick of dynamite that had turned up unclaimed in an Exxon station men's room nearby. In downtown Phoenix, authorities foiled two men who may have been up to no good with a railroad device called a derailer. National attention focused more on notices recently posted by Amtrak announcing its intention to end direct service...
They came because Edward Hopper's paintings are as true today, or perhaps truer, than when he set his brush to them. He is a painter of nostalgia for an America that was lost with the advent of cars, automation and urbanization. He is a painter of solitude for a country that has become increasingly atomized, where the California freeway lanes for carpoolers are often empty for hours at a time. He is a painter of loneliness for a country that has become increasingly lonely, where people search for cyberlove rather than knocking on a neighbor's door...
...many members brush aside talk about the future and say they are upset with the current situation...