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Red Alert: Everything they really don't want you to know about those pesky traffic-light cameras
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Ludo is fired up and ready to play on the national stage
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Seeing Red: Partners battle over a Wash. Ave. eatery's ownership
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Curious Gorge: Ian tests the animal magnetism of Three Monkeys
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Feel a Draught?: Tigín opens an outpost in a Hampton Inn downtown? O'Really!
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Seeing Red: Partners battle over a Wash. Ave. eatery's ownership (12)
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Red Alert: Everything they really don't want you to know about those pesky traffic-light cameras (10)
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7-Up vs. Coke Part 2 (6)
Heir to a fortune, Andrew Gladney went from John Burroughs to Yale and came home to found the dot-com darling Savvis Inc. Then he squandered it all. The spectacular flameout of a St. Louis soft-drink scion.
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Is a Wash. U. dean destroying alumni records and making unjust department cuts? (3)
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Can Taqueria los Tarascos' tacos make you feel homesick for a place you've never lived? Si! (2)
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Red Alert: Everything they really don't want you to know about those pesky traffic-light cameras
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Ludo is fired up and ready to play on the national stage
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Seeing Red: Partners battle over a Wash. Ave. eatery's ownership
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Icing the Cupcakes: Rachel Watson rouses racial emotions with her sizzling editorial in University City High School's student newspaper
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Is a Wash. U. dean destroying alumni records and making unjust department cuts?
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Post-Dispatch and STLtoday.com Drop "Mamalogues" Columnist Dana Loesch
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Dead Confederate at Stubb's, SXSW, Wednesday, March 12
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Gut Check's Hibernation Almost Over
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This Is Hawkwind -- Do Not Panic
06:08PM 11/09/07
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Recent Articles By Timothy Lane
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Notes From a Second Class Citizen, Part 14
Week of January 31, 2008
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Notes From a Second Class Citizen, Part 13
Week of Janurary 10, 2008.
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On the Fence
(Metcalfe Park, University City)
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Thwomp! Part 2
(South Broadway Athletic Club, October 6)
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Notes From a Second Class Citizen, Part 11
Week of November 29, 2007.
National Features
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Phoenix New Times
Canine Crusaders
That drug-sniffing dog up ahead? He may not be your best friend.
By Ray Stern -
Broward-Palm Beach New Times
The Muscle Men
Thanks to a string of Florida "anti-aging clinics," baseball's steroid scandal isn't limited to superstars.
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Miami New Times
Picked On
Farm workers earn nada in America's green-bean capital.
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Village Voice
"Why I'm No Longer a Brain-Dead Liberal"
An election-season essay from one of America's greatest playwrights.
By David Mamet
A Lesson in Assault Rifles
(Backstage at a wrestling match, South Broadway Athletic Club)
By Timothy Lane
Published: January 5, 2005Then Steve and I passed through the roomful of enormous fellows dressed in their obtrusive costumes and into another room, where two young men dressed in ordinary street clothes sat at a fold-out table beneath a dim light, playing cards and smoking cigarettes. Steve introduced one as an expert on automatic weapons.
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It didn't take long for the kid to twist his baseball cap brim-backward and begin an enthusiastic pontification on the thorny subject. Turns out the automatic weapon of choice for the aficionado is the M15 something-or-other with a clip of 75 rounds of Hooligan-brand silver-capped three-quarter-inch heat-sensored impact-exploding bullets, designed and manufactured by the now-defunct Kopek-Balugua government between May and August of 1978; also a special doodad that modifies the gun to exceed the regulation three bullets per whatever.
There ensued a prolonged spasm of dangerous gesticulations: visual demonstrations of yanking clips out of invisible guns and proper stances and letting a blast rip at some invisible enemy. I stared at the kid's hands. Few things demand one's attention like an aggressive dissertation on the formidable destructive power of an assault rifle, illegally modified.
