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...pond. Mor spotted a muzzle flash from the Tanzim next to Aida's main mosque, 300 yds. away. "They want to make me hit the mosque and get the people more fired up," he thought at the time. Mor picked up the red phone that is on a direct line to his commander, Colonel Marcel Aviv. They spoke quickly, then Aviv listened in as Mor guided a helicopter into place above the target. At Mor's command, five missiles hammered into the refugee camp. Two hit the upper floors of the rough, cinder-block home of Omar Da'ajna...
...population as a whole. Some 10 million visitors come to the Sequoia National Forest every year, and few of them want to see a return to the clear cutting that was carried out in the area up through the 1980s. After an hour's hike uphill to the snow line of the forest, Fontaine points to a 200-ft.-tall sequoia that fell 10 years ago right on the fringe of a heavily logged area. He thinks erosion around the 1,200-year-old roots caused its fall and curses loggers for leaving the tree without any protection. Clinton...
...demanding half the house and full custody of their daughter. D.B. saw his demands as unfair--and didn't think much of his parenting skills. "I just felt he was such a pig," she says. So she stopped talking to him--for seven years. "I come from a long line of grudge holders," she says. "They like their grudges. They air them and walk them and make jokes about them--embellish them...
Jonda Cynecki hasn't closed the door on her sister but is at a loss as to how anyone can pass through it. Since the death of their parents, Jonda has felt an increasingly acute sense of the irreplaceable nature of family. "There's that line that connects you," she says of her missing twin, "and I don't know if it'll ever be broken. Certainly when one of us passes away--and she could be gone now--I don't know if I'll ever know that." Cynecki pauses, wipes away tears, and collects herself. "Someday, I really...
...family, this is what we call a classic. I come from a long line of bad-gift givers (no, Mom, I did not like the Dances with Wolves soundtrack), but even I was impressed by how effortlessly the Steak Lovers' Kit trumped all the other terrible, pointless presents of Christmases past. The nostril-hair trimmers and the devices to remove fabric pills from acrylic sweaters couldn't hold a scented candle to the Steak Lovers' Kit and its undeniable lack of steak...