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...Africa for TIME from the mid-1960s to 1971, including the Biafra revolt in Nigeria, was back in that country last week to report on the sudden military coup. He got there, barely, in a small chartered plane from the Ivory Coast. "Over Lagos," says Wilde, "the harmattan, a dust-laden wind blowing from the Sahara, had reduced visibility to 500 yds. On our first try at landing, one wing nearly scraped the runway; we began to stall. But our nerveless Ivorian pilot gunned the motor, and the plane lifted, shuddering. We made it on the second pass and emerged...
People exposed to the dust, even hundreds of miles away, suffered temporary discomfort: dry and itchy noses, throats and eyes. Reported a resident of Missoula: "I feel like someone popped my eyeballs out and rolled them around in a sandbox." But most of the ash particles were too large to lodge in human lungs and permanently scar them. Moreover, the dust did not stay in the air long enough to cause silicosis, which is a lung disease that miners, masonry workers, sandblasters and toilers in similar occupations get from breathing dust-laden air over long periods of time...
...hardest-hit towns outside the immediate vicinity of the volcano was Ritzville, Wash, (pop. 2,000). A current of warm, dust-laden air from the west collided with cold air from the east and dumped 5 in. of ash on the town. Reported TIME Correspondent James Willwerth: "If Spokane looked like an ashtray, Ritzville looked as though it had been hit by an avalanche. The town was caked in dust and mud. Streets had 2-ft. drifts. On South Adams Street, Mrs. Erma Miller's once meticulously landscaped ranch-style house looked as if it were in a desert...
...Yojimbo offers no humor. The bad-guys are dead and no room is left for irony. Only the good townspeople, the samurai and the constant dust-laden winds remain...
With an interviewer from Baldwin-Nelson coming, they decide to act so square that they could pass for cubes. Out goes the cello; in comes a dust-laden TV set. Copies of the Reader's Digest and McCall's are scattered about. "Where'd you get these?" asks Pilgrim in wonderment. "I subscribe to the incinerator," comes the answer...