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Word: shoulders (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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Police described the dead man as a 40-to 45-year-old white, wearing black pants, green sweater, yellow and maroon checkered sports jacket and a raincoat. He was carrying an airline bag over his shoulder and had no form of identification when he was found...

Author: By Alexandra D. Korry, | Title: MDC Police Seeking Identity Of Body Pulled From River | 11/26/1979 | See Source »

...barrier between me and the world beyond the road's shoulder as I set out from Detroit heading west on Interstate 80 was the presence of man. In the Great Lakes urban belt--the Mid-western equivalent of the Boston to Washington drive--there is no "real world" to disturb the traveller. Even further west, until the Great Plains start their ascent to the Rockies, the world is unequivocally man's--safe and predictable. There is not a mile of road, from Illinois to Nebraska, down into Colorado, that passes through unfenced land. Along every mile you can see farm...

Author: By Thomas M. Levenson, | Title: The Land Presses In | 11/26/1979 | See Source »

Strangely enough, Northeastern got on the board first, when freshman center Mike Anzivino slipped a rebound past Lau at 2:02 of the first. But Fusco replied with two power play markers--the first a whiffle ball over Huskie netminder Mark Davidner's right shoulder and a low screamer by his right skate...

Author: By Jim Hershberg, | Title: Icemen Put the Freeze on Huskies, 8-2 | 11/21/1979 | See Source »

...records while passing for a three-year total of 5,995 yds. and 37 touchdowns. Picked on the third round by San Diego, he settled in at the feet of Johnny Unitas, then 40, who was finishing his football career. "I went to him for advice and for a shoulder to cry on," Fouts says of Unitas. "I tried to emulate...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: The Redemption of Fouts | 11/19/1979 | See Source »

...earth is a mere blot, darkened at sunset and dotted with strings of insignificant lights and shadows. The propeller whirls, forcing air through my mouth, adrenalin through my system. I feel a light tap on my shoulder and I jump, thinking it is the jump master giving me the signal. "Where the hell is he going?" the jump master asks. "I don't know where he's going," my friend yells with a grimace, "you're the jump master...

Author: By James L. Tyson, | Title: Stepping Out Over Taunton | 11/14/1979 | See Source »

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