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...just arrived at the gas-distribution center operated by Petróleos Mexicanos (Pemex). "I was counting my cylinders of liquid gas when everything exploded," he said later. "The explosion knocked me off my truck. There was fire everywhere. I started running. My clothes were on fire, my jacket and shirt. My hair was on fire. Somehow I managed to smother the flames, and then a bus stopped and took me to a clinic...
...another essay, Rooney remembers that "when I was twelve, my mother bought me a corduroy suit. It must have been the first real suit with matching pants and jacket that I ever had. It even had a vest." To listen to an old senile relative ramble on like this would be considered an act of charity almost above and beyond the call of duty, but to buy a book full of these uninteresting memories from a stranger is sheer lunacy. They are written as simply and as poorly as first-grade primers: Rooney admits. "I dislike retyping a piece...
Cambridge police apprehended Marek D. Waldorf '87, of Mather House and Vestal, N.Y., claiming that Waldorf, clad in an army jacket, fit the description of a suspect in the incident...
...takes tea with earls as easily as he takes the lead down the stretch. When he doffs his racing silks, he often dons a fine tweed jacket (courtesy of his Savile Row tailor) or a cashmere sweater and, yes, an ascot on occasion. If he is not on the track, he might be found on a golf course or perhaps riding to hounds with the local gentry. His manners are impeccable, complemented by a bearing that is slightly distant. His accent is what practiced observers of the Anglo-American scene have always called, with a touch of condescension, mid-Atlantic...
...inspired to that judgment by a White House Rose Garden party attended by, among others, Ronald and Nancy Reagan, a Secretary of State and a Supreme Court Justice, and Mrs. Reagan's New York hairdresser, Monsieur Marc (who later quoted the Liz Smith line on the jacket of his memoirs, Nouveau Is Better Than No Riche...