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Word: asphalt (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1990-1999
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...politician's first campaign has a way of shaping him forever, then you can trace the patterns of his current New Hampshire ground war back to 1982 and the newly poured asphalt of Arizona's rapidly growing First District. Arizona may have been new to McCain, but he was not new to the state. In 1980 he had married Cindy Hensley, 18 years his junior and the daughter of one of the largest beer distributors in the country. "His history as a POW preceded him out here," she admits, "because my father was so proud of him." McCain went...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Campaign 2000: The Power and The Story | 12/13/1999 | See Source »

...party in progress, we approach the large group of guys and a lone female. The guys--who identify thesmelves as members of the D.U. frat--are en route to a night of partying in Cape Cod, but they are clearly wasting no time, enjoying themselves right there on the asphalt. Chips and beverage overflow in the trunk, as the travelers idly but excitingly wait for stragglers to arrive...

Author: By Lisa J. Powell, | Title: Fifteen Minutes: Just Can't Get Enough: One Night, 15 Parties | 12/9/1999 | See Source »

...lyrics are revealing: "I gravitated towards a patriarch," the now divorced diva sings in Petals. Some of her music, however, is less pointed and could use more grit. Carey longs for the hard black soul of the street, but she hovers a bit above it, heat shimmering off the asphalt...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Rainbow | 11/15/1999 | See Source »

...Billy comes over and spits up at the kid on the railing. His target moves to spit back, but Billy jumps away and the frothy white wad of saliva drops to the asphalt...

Author: By Micaela K. Root and Anna M. Schneider-mayerson, S | Title: Fifteen Minutes: CRLS.: The Kids Next Door | 10/21/1999 | See Source »

When we traded asphalt for sand in our four-wheel drive Jeep, the ride seemed more like a Six Flags stomach-churner than a scenic nature drive. My sleepy head jostled back and forth like a pinball. The trip seemed a sacrifice for both father and son, each for the other's sake--my father from his busy work schedule and his son from his last days with his beguiling girlfriend. But for a few brief hours, my father and I were spending time--life's most precious commodity--together...

Author: By J. MITCHELL Little, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Father, Son and the Firechicken | 9/23/1999 | See Source »

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