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Wednesday, January 12--OK, the morning was killed today. You woke up late, read a few papers, took a shower and watched Fonzie don a kimono (Arnold was getting married...

Author: By Michael K. Savit, | Title: Food For Thought, Not Consumption | 1/19/1977 | See Source »

...Please Don't Bury Me" gives a classic country cliche a new twist. Woke up. Put on my slippers. Went into the kitchen. And died. Then Prine howls "please don't bury me in that cold, cold ground/No I'd druther have'em cut me up and pass me all around." The other songs are very nearly all just as inspired. There are paeans to rural drug use--"Illicit Smile": Please don't arrest me sir, I'm smiling because I feel no pain, not because I killed somebody--like one of you Babbitts. Probably has no meaning...

Author: By Joseph Dalton, | Title: Please Don't Bury Me | 1/6/1977 | See Source »

Thus Jimmy Carter was a politician with special ways about him before he woke up to Christ. That came late in life, in the dark of defeat, in spite of all his energy and competence, which lay like ashes in his mouth. There is no evidence that his religion has warped his politics. More likely, from the history of it, Carter's rise out of his spiritual slough made him a better democrat: he let go of pride, discovered the resource of prayer, knew the thrill of God's presence in his fumbling first tries at simple charity...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Nation: An Active-Positive Character | 1/3/1977 | See Source »

Less than a week after President Ford woke up to find that he had lost not only his voice but the presidency, his former colleagues in the Congress came out with a book that made marked men of all his Republican lieutenants...

Author: By David B. Hilder, | Title: The Bureaucracy's Whole Earth Catalogue | 12/15/1976 | See Source »

...When we woke up the next morning--she was playing "Reveille," a Dizzy Gillespie version--I lit up another butt. What else could I do? I knew I would never see her again--she was mono, I was stereo. We just weren't compatible...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A Christmas Story | 12/13/1976 | See Source »

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