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...first objective was Arlington National Cemetery. After a brief memorial service outside the gates, a delegation of three gold star mothers and two veterans was formally denied entrance. One vet tried to charge the gates, shouting: "Those are my brothers in there." Another, furious, threw his plastic M-16 at the gates; it shattered into pieces. A later visit was more successful. Some 300 veterans marched to Arlington single file, five yards apart, dropping wreaths on a knoll inside the cemetery. As they knelt for a moment of silence, three memorial rifle shots rang out at a nearby funeral...
...blanketed by more than two feet of snow that fell on the site near Rocky Mountain National Park. While manfully debating the great issues that a preconference poll showed are most troubling youth, the delegates had to borrow Army parkas from nearby Fort Carson and improvise boots from chartreuse plastic grocery bags...
...being interpreted, and many law-enforcement officials agree. They are anxiously awaiting a court test of the confusing statute. In some craft, owners claim, installation of a holding tank is prohibitively expensive; in others it is physically impossible. Some boatowners are now using pails lined with disposable plastic bags-and then violating the law by surreptitiously jettisoning the bags rather than turn their floating homes into floating cesspools. Others are installing compromise devices with small holding tanks good for about 50 flushes, which can then be carried ashore and spilled into the nearest toilet. Whatever the size of a holding...
...stack of Bassmaster magazines and a tackle box as big as a footlocker. Unfolding like a Chinese puzzle, the box was crammed with all kinds of hardware, first-aid supplies, rod cement, hooks, hook sharpener, pork rinds, floaters, stringer, sinkers and shelf upon shelf of popeyed flies, silver spoons, plastic worms, rubber frogs and fake snakes. "You forgot your harpoon," said John...
...remarked that I had a funny glazed look. "Bass on the brain," he called it. The odd smell in the air-a combination of pork rind, outboard motor oil, anise and fish scales-he called "essence of largemouth." That afternoon, while twitching purple-plastic worms off the bottom, I had a strike that seemed to turn the boat around. When I set the hook, it felt like there was an anvil on the other end. Diving and circling the boat, the enormous thing finally came boiling out of the water. Then it tore off for a weed bed and snapped...