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Lazaro Gonzalez ran into the front yard and collapsed. Dalrymple screamed, "Bastards!" as he, too, ran to the front yard and hurled plastic milk crates at the agents. "It was a horror show," he says. As the motorcade drove off, agent Jim Goldman called INS headquarters to report that Elian was scared and shaken, but safe. Goldman said he was stroking Elian's back, while Mills told him of his coming reunion with Papa. "This is one tough little kid," Goldman marveled. "I was shaking...
...revealed that she had gained 6 lbs. The misery! The tragedy! I realize that TIME as a newsmagazine sometimes has to print material that is unpleasant and disturbing, but this is just too much. I read it at breakfast, and it ruined my whole day. Please spare us such horror stories! MARCIA BIKALES New York City...
...drug craze? The answer may lie in a bit of insecurity underlying the nation's current economic prosperity. Sure, housing starts and luxury SUV sales are up, but our economic (not to mention medical) future is less certain. Horror stories abound of seniors whose medical bills exceed their monthly Social Security stipends, capped by this week's news that a study by the advocacy group Families USA has found that the prescription drugs most often used by seniors outpaced the national inflation rate by 50 percent in the past year. Put it all together and you have an issue with...
Screams. Mayhem. Horror. Sirens. And after that an even more horrible noise: politicians. The sadness and stupidity of the shooting must be compounded by the pietistic jabber - the noise of pols who flap up from their roosts to wheel in the air like vultures above every such mess, especially if it is children who are, as we say, "at risk." There's mileage in the poignancy. The vice president (a candidate now running a curious race against himself: Al Gore the Plausible November Winner in a fight to the death against his evil twin, Al Gore the Truly Unbearable) scored...
...kids. One day I outflanked a boy in the woods and sidearmed a perfect strike at his head with a rock the size of a plum. It struck him on the temple. He clutched his head and I saw blood seep between his fingers. I ran home in horror, and hid. I was sure I had killed him. I had not. I had fractured his skull...