Letters from the week of April 17, 2003
No more room at the inn. Our Bunker of the Apocalypse has been filled.
A Phoenix family stumbles through the tangled bureaucracy of modern medical care
Dr. Pietr Hitzig of Maryland has prescribed a fen-phen panacea for all manner of ailments to thousands of patients he has never met. One of them, Alvin Chernov, killed himself.
It took two very questionable appraisals to get it right, but the state Land Department finally came up with a discount price Sumitomo Sitix could swallow. Some people say the deal warrants a criminal investigation.
What do you call it when rabbits are chased across the desert by hounds which are chased by horses which are ridden by well-to-do people who fancy elaborate hunting garb? Beagle-mania.