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...sleeping pills and a toxic liquid mixture. Along with this deadly cocktail, she swallowed some medicine to prevent nausea. Then she lay down on her bed; a friend, Chabot and another doctor sat by her side. She kissed a portrait of her sons and, while Bach played on a tape recorder, peacefully drifted into death...
...author has changed, so has California. It is now a place where visitors marvel and say, "Wow, this must have been great." Breaking camp at Yosemite one morning at 6:30, after a night of headlights, radios and tape decks, Barich counts incoming cars: four a minute. "Almost 3.5 million tourists visited Yosemite every year, and I saw what a job it must be just to keep the rest rooms clean." Where to now, Ansel Adams...
...inaccurate leaks from police about bloody gloves and a ski mask was followed by a heavy round of appearances on public affairs shows by Garcetti. It's true that he objected to the decision of the Los Angeles city attorney to satisfy a media request for release of the taped call to 911 that Nicole Simpson made after an enraged O.J. broke into her house last year. Even so, Garcetti can't have been too sorry at the impression it made when the tape was played over and over again in public. "The prosecution is in the unusual position...
Consider the 911 tape released last week, which should have had the unambiguous effect of bringing the most die-hard O.J. fan to his senses. Instead of the silky-smooth patter of the blue-blazered N.F.L. sportscaster, the self-deprecating wit of the motivational speaker, here comes the coarse rant of a man who owns his ex-wife. He rampages through her home, breaking down a door, and you can hear how terrorized Nicole is, even as she begs her ex-husband to hold his voice down to keep from frightening the children...
This was a tale better told than typed, Humphreys decided. Bolton bought a $27 mini-tape recorder at Wal-Mart, and for two months, twice a week, she went to the novelist's office and acted out her autobiography. "It was like watching a movie," says Humphreys. "She'd turn on the tape, and she was just gone." The experience gave both women a strenuous emotional workout. When Bolton brought in a photograph of Daddy, now dead, Humphreys felt her stomach wrench. Facing floods of tears without Kleenex, she ripped up a bed sheet...