Ancient Shores

Jensen: Did anyone else hear it?

Hollis: Yes. The inspector heard it. Ask her. It was here.

Jensen: Did it say anything else?

Hollis: Not words.

Jensen: Not words. What, then?

Hollis: I don’t know exactly. It made me feel fu

Jensen: In what way, Mr. Hollis?

Hollis: Like I was flying. Listen, you want the truth, it scared the—(Hesitates) It scared me pretty bad.

Jensen: And what happened next?

Hollis: I passed out.

Jensen: So there you have it, Claude.

(Camera withdraws to long overhead shot of freight yard)

At least one other person heard a voice out here. Was this depot the scene earlier this week for an unearthly encounter? Or is it just one man’s imagination ru

Anchor: Thanks, Carole. Now to Fort Moxie itself, for another report from Michael Wideman at the Backcountry Church, where the Project Forty religious television show was interrupted last night.

Participant

Holyoke Industries Pension Plan

Dear Retiree,

As you are aware, the economy has been going through an extremely difficult period. Pension funds are co

Your company’s pension plan, like that of many other corporations, has seen the value of its securities drop substantially over a matter of days. Fortunately we have a reserve fund set aside specifically to carry us through this kind of emergency. But the sheer scale of the problems now besetting the nation requires us to manage our reserves carefully. In order to ensure that you may continue to rely on your pension, your May payment will be reduced by $421.00 to $1,166.35. We hope that this reduction will be a one-time event only. Be assured that the trustees of the pension plan are doing everything in their power to safeguard our collective future.

We appreciate your support and understanding during this difficult period.

J. B. Haldway, Acting Director

On the same day that Holyoke Industries mailed the bad news to its pensioners, a statement by Heinz Erhardt of the University of Berlin, last year’s Nobel Prize wi

Nobody seemed to be listening. By day’s end, the Dow Jones was down another 240 points and still looking for a floor.

Larry King Live. Guest: Dr. Edward Ba

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Horace Gibson had started life as an insurance salesman. Bored, he’d joined the Marines, risen to command a battalion, and won a Silver Star in the Gulf and the Medal of Honor in Joha

Within two years he had become commander of the Special Operations Group (SOG). SOG was the marshals’ SWAT team, based in Pineville, Louisiana.

Horace was liked by his people. He was willing to take on upper management when occasion required, and he did not spare himself in ensuring that operations were carried out for maximum success with least risk.

He was twice divorced. His life had been too mobile and too erratic for either of his ex-wives. He had two sons, both of whom (with some justification) blamed Horace for the domestic failures, and whose relationships with their father were cool. Horace had found nothing to replace the wreckage of his personal life, and consequently he worked too many hours. His boss, Carl Rossini, liked to joke that Horace needed a woman in his life. He did, and he knew it.

Meantime, Horace took his entertainments where he could find them. These were growing fewer with the passing years, a result of his own aging and the narrowing of his taste. But there were occasional delights, one of which took the form of Emily Passenger, a gorgeous young woman he’d met at a fund-raiser for the Pineville library. They’d gone to di

Consequently Horace had embarked on a campaign to demonstrate that he was now both mature and thoroughly domesticated. The first step was to invite her for di

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Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilderness…

—William Cowper, “The Task”

A thin, bearded man gazed out over the Pacific from his home at Laguna Beach. A freighter moved beneath a cloud-streaked sky. The sea was flat and calm.

There was an air of uncertainty in his bearing, and an observer would have had a difficult time deciding where his attention was directed. He held a glass of Mondavi chardo

The town, like the harbor, lay spread out before him. Traffic moved steadily along the coastal highway. He glanced at his watch, as he had been doing every few minutes for the past hour.

The phone rang.

He turned away from the window and sat down at his desk. “Hello?”

“Greg. It’s all set.”

It was almost two in Fargo. “Okay. Do they know we’re coming?”

“Not yet. Listen. How much influence do you have with the feds?”

“Not much.”

“Ditto.”

The man in Laguna Beach was looking at his plane tickets. “Have faith, Walter. See you in a few hours.”

SIX DEAD, HUNDREDS INJURED, IN AEROSPACE LOCKOUT

Seattle, Apr. 4 (AP)—

Labor tensions erupted into full-scale rioting today at three major aerospace firms when management locked out workers seeking to return to their jobs after a wildcat strike. The violence was a continuation of unrest since simultaneous a