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...course it did, says Anna Jones, Cary's aunt and Delbert's sister. Delbert and Kay were after nothing more than a small-town stake in a Central Valley farm community, Delbert punching a clock as a mechanic, Kay grabbing whatever service jobs she could find. It wasn't easy or grand, but it was a life, and in an instant, it was gone...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Shade Of His Brother | 8/9/1999 | See Source »

...report that older Americans who attend weekly religious services live longer than those who do not--a result of the "social support" they get, say researchers. I'll bet the researchers would find similar benefits among those who get support from extended families. We'll never turn back the clock to keep families from scattering. But parents can help by telling their kids stories about their grandparents, aunts and cousins, and by keeping the relatives informed of the kids' latest activities and interests...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Love for Strangers | 8/2/1999 | See Source »

Everyday, at 2 p.m., the entire city essentially shuts down. People walk home from work to eat the comida (lunch) and take a siesta. Although they return to work at "4 o'clock," this is Mexican time--so you must add at least 30 minutes...

Author: By Samantha A. Goldstein, | Title: Chiapas Summer | 7/30/1999 | See Source »

...unique burden to bear this summer. Off to DC and miles away from The Crimson's fortress where students for-sake Friday night gatherings to take surveys and write articles about the inept social scene, my excuse no longer applied. I was heading to a land where five o'clock meant the start of happy hour, not the deadline for a problem set, to a land where well built frat boys had to wear suits and ties, to a land where the interns roamed free (and you know what they say about interns...

Author: By Lauren E. Baer, | Title: Bring Home A Little Summer Lovin' | 7/23/1999 | See Source »

...unique burden to bear this summer. Off to DC and miles away from The Crimson's fortress where students forsake Friday night gatherings to take surveys and write articles about the inept social scene, my excuse no longer applied. I was heading to a land where five o'clock meant the start of happy hour, not the deadline for a problem set, to a land where well built frat boys had to wear suits and ties, to a land where the interns roamed free (and you know what they say about interns...

Author: By Lauren E. Baer, | Title: POSTCARD FROM THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA | 7/23/1999 | See Source »

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