Word: cladding
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...guerrillas of the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia (FARC) evokes a sinister amusement park, and that impression was certainly underscored on my first night there: In the town of San Vicente de Caguan, alongside the FARC's House of Culture - a mostly empty building in which camouflage-clad teenage guerrilla boys and girls flirted - there was an actual carnival. A Ferris wheel spun at dangerous speed above a merry-go-round, while a long, glowing worm on wheels carried people around the town, blaring its police siren as it bumped past machete and saddle shops and a lane of candy...
...grown up and on my own, I watch the kids on my Manhattan street trot off to their first days of school, clad in their still-flawless little khakis and colorful shirts. I gaze longingly at their brand-new Elmo backpacks, until their parents catch me staring and shoot me a dirty look, hooking a protective arm around their offspring and hurrying them along a bit faster...
...padded away, and I sat for a few minutes in my gown, feeling mortal, the way you do if you're 57 and scantily clad, sitting in bright light. I could imagine that a pea-size tumor in my innards had sprouted and sent evil tendrils shooting through the lymph nodes, and now dense jungle growths had a grip on my vitals and in a few months people would sit in an Episcopal church and softly weep for me and then have a nice lunch. I was almost to the scattering of the ashes when the doctor walked...
...affiliates is often expected to add legitimacy to an event. For example, upon arriving at a July 4 concert for the Irish Embassy in Dublin, we were greeted with a host of photographers who--after realizing that we were Harvard students--maneuvered us into their "perfect picture": Harvard students clad in white tie and tails, holding an American flag, welcoming the U.S. Ambassador. Even Ambassador Michael Sullivan commented that he had never looked so good in a picture...
Mike Leslie, 30, clad in Hawaiian shirt and emerald wraparound shades, hums a Metallica tune as he climbs to a makeshift tee and swings his 3-iron. His ball sails across a steep slope before settling into a patch of daisies. "When I look at these mountains," he says, "I think of only one thing: golf course...