Word: crates
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...near the Quincy Market. A sign outside advertises "Whale Steaks" but the man inside insists, "that's a lot of horseshit. We donot support the slaughter of whales!" Nothing like giving with your social conscience clear. Oh well, failing that, maybe someone you know would like to get a crate of lobsters for Christmas. And maybe the Post Office will get them there before July. And maybe I'm Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer...
That same day, a yellow Cadillac skidded to a stop alongside an empty lot in The Bronx. Two men jumped out, dragging a six-foot-long wooden crate. After dousing it with gasoline they ignited it, jumped back into the car and drove off. A witness who had noted the Cadillac's license number immediately called the police. The crate contained the charred corpse of John Tupper, beaten, shot several times and repeatedly stabbed. When police spotted the Cadillac, they found Jacobson at the wheel. The next day, they charged him with murder...
Bobby Sullivan found reality during the bottom of the ninth. At the end of a hard American day of time-clocked construction drudgery. Bobby went out, bought a six-pack and some beer nuts, and propped his smelly feet up on the milk crate in his living room and watched the ball game. It was his way of relaxing, though certainly not his exclusively (this fact bothered him); tonight, as was the case with most of his terminal summer nights, the ball game was all he had to look forward...
...already had most of those pure American joys, including a new Trans Am with stripes of fire painted down the side (ultimate sleaze), but the milk crate under his feet was a nagging paen to what seemed like an eternal and fruitless search for happiness in wealth. He often wondered what he had to look for to find happiness; Bobby Sullivan'd been working construction now for five years, and his aging muscles tugged and strained on him, painful but, fastidious friends of his own mortality...
...Tamsen Donner's personal story, and creates a secular epic at the same time. The Donner party strikes out for California in 1846 for "fun" and meets tragedy. The end is not sudden, but is the slow unloading of the baggage of the old life. "George lifts my heavy crate of Shakespeare... and hides it in a hill of salt," and the old identity...