Word: dock
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...Greeneville's crew knew he would be standing there as they took the sub out of dry dock and to sea for the first time since the tragedy. As they approached in the narrow channel, they sounded the whistle, in tribute to their former skipper. On the bridge the replacement captain, Tony Cortese, waved to his predecessor, barely 200 yds. away. Waddle was standing on his own, his right arm raised in stiff salute. It was a sailor's leave-taking, barely noticed by anyone else on the shore. When the ship had passed, Waddle slumped, his head bowed...
That is all about aesthetics: restaurants lack name signs to avoid any suggestion of commercialism. At Amanpuri, chilled bottled water flows freely at poolside and on the beach. A floating dock in the Andaman Sea is supplied with towels and water. Beach sand is sprayed with cold water so it is not hot to the touch. Such gestures clearly impress the class of repeat visitors, dubbed Aman junkies. Bernadette Tyrrell, a 33-year-old London stockbroker, has splashed out at Amanresorts seven times with her husband, an oil trader. "We all have nice houses," she says...
...search for answers," as the media is wont to call it, has already begun--or rather, picked up where it left off after Columbine and Jonesboro and all the other dark, bloody incidents. The usual suspects are being hauled into the dock, from America's permissive gun laws and violent popular culture, to familial breakdown and the nihilistic ethos of adolescence. And everyone has a solution to offer, be it more gun control, more metal detectors, more psychiatrists, more teachers, or, in the insipid phrase of America's goo-goos, more "tolerance...
...Otis Redding's (Sittin' on) the Dock of the Bay RE-VERSED Sittin...
...crushed oyster shells until you came to the cottage. The yard was overgrown with tall grass, and if you weren't careful you might fall into the small, empty cracked-concrete swimming pool. A path led down to Charles Creek, a tributary of Chesapeake Bay. There was a ramshackle dock with many planks missing, and a skiff, from which we caught crabs by trailing knotted twine behind us in the weedy, brackish-green water. We were impressed by the stupidity of the crabs, which clung stubbornly to the twine as we hauled them up to die in the skiff...