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...Mobile homes don't fare well, do they?" says Lykins, as they pass what appears to have been an abondoned trailer that has been wrecked and tossed on its side. Around the corner, Bond stops the big white Chevy 2500HD pickup again. A tree has crushed the roof of a good-sized bungalow, easily enough damage to have incapacitated anyone inside. "We got cars" in the driveway, he says. "We better do a check," says Lykins. The trio gets out to search, forcing their way in through the front door with a Haligan, a classic fireman's tool that resembles...
...find that when you read a script, or rewrite something, or look at something that's been gone over, you can tell, like rings on a tree, by how bad it is, how long it's been in development...
...child, I remember hiding out in the bathroom during Hurricane Alicia in 1983. When the eye passed over, we ran outside to a spooky, greenish world with absolutely no sound. After the terrifying noise of the hurricane, it was distinctly odd. The lawn was covered with dead seagulls and tree branches. One of the giant live oak trees in our front yard had toppled, missing the house by inches. We knew the storm was starting again when we heard the wind. But Alicia was only a Category 3 storm. When Rita was upgraded to a Cat 5 this morning, everyone...
Last Thursday evening the three Meehan-Hoo kids sat around the kitchen table and painted pictures of their house in Louisiana, which is now under three feet of water. Then the boys played video games with Marie's daughter Sabrina, while Taylor, 9, climbed the tree out front. The population in the Attleboro household has almost doubled. "This hectic situation has got to calm down," admits King. They plan to hold weekly family meetings and vent freely all the time. To Jan's relief, Marie has started to chastise the Meehan-Hoo kids. "She jumped in and said...
...setting-up-the-democracy part he doesn't get. "I do feel like we were lied to about our reasons for being here," he writes in his meditative, almost daily blog about life in Saddam's hometown, posting pictures of what he sees on his base: a headless palm tree that had been hit by a mortar, for example, or a gold carp caught in the Tigris. "Here," he writes, "they teach you to trust no one because anyone might be your enemy...