Word: snow
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...reason I dislike speaking about it." The pair will probably never be untangled, intellectually or emotionally. They were, it seems, two great friends who also happened to be a father and son. One imagines them wandering into the Square after a mug or two at the Wursthaus, kicking at snow drifts, and frightening couples with high-spirited shouts, pausing to t test each other's memory of obscure verses. It is only speculation, but perhaps in the end they were held together by their refusal to become the mute weighers of evidence that a proprietous respect for their profession demanded...
...Martin couldn't care less, and he said so, for the earthworm was in the receiver now and they were ready to go. But Betty was upset, and she said, "Look, Martin, I could have lied to you and told you I was stuck in the snow, or that it was my dog's birthday, but I'm telling the truth!" Martin barely heard her; the pleasure was intolerable. He screamed into the phone, "LOOK, BETTY YOU'RE LYING!! IF YOU EVER WANT TO GO OUT WITH ME, JUST GIVE ME A GODDAMN PHONE CALL...
...astronaut bound for the moon traverses the 240,000 miles in four days. A letter mailed from Boston to New York may take as much or more time to reach a destination only 229 miles away. In the process, it may be mangled, misdirected or destroyed. And, pace Herodotus, snow, rain, heat, gloom of night and archaic facilities continually slow, if they do not entirely stay, the U.S. mail's appointed rounds. Last week the Administration advanced a sensible if quixotic proposal to make the Post Office an efficient public service. "There is no Democratic or Republican...
...mercury stood at 30° below zero, and the rosy Arctic twilight suffused the snow with an eerie blush when a DC-3, equipped with ski pontoons, bounced to a landing on the ice of Foxe Basin north of Hudson Bay. The first passenger off the plane, Judge William Morrow, hurried to the nearby community hall, which was redolent of blubber, untanned sealskin and oil. Without bothering to shed his mukluks (heavy sealskin boots), he pulled on the traditional black robe, white collar and tabs, and red sash of his office. Court was in session. For the tiny...
...spent a lifetime playing his cornet in the rural south in and around New Orleans. He had never recorded, but among the old timers in New Orleans, he was remembered with great respect. The collectors finally located Bunk in New Iberia, Louisiana. He was slight and dark with snow white hair, well into his sixties by then. Did he play anymore? No, haven't touched a horn in ten years. Did he have a horn? Nope. My horn got wrecked the night Evan Thomas was murdered on the bandstand in 1932, and I haven't played since then. Could...