Word: airing
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...lying on the linoleum where, limp-armed, he had dropped it. He hopped on one leg to hold the twinge of pain, new pain he couldn't numb because that cup had served him the last of the gin bright September day: he just back from the war, starched Air Force uniform, two rows of colored ribbons on his chest, bound for glory; she just back from her high-class wartime job in Washington, home to marry the hero. But after the fourth mewling baby, she went to work for groceries; the house was her parents' wedding present; the family...
...picture of their mother. No picture of the bright September day: he just back from the war, starched Air Force uniform, two rows of colored ribbons on his chest, bound for glory; she just back from her high-class wartime job in Washington, home to marry the hero. But after the fourth mewling baby, she went to work for groceries; the house was her parents' wedding present; the family money was her money. He took to staying up nights, peering into bottles. He was out on the street long before she ever asked him to move, across town...
...heat of summer was mellow and produced sweet scents which lay in the air so damp and rich you could almost taste them. Bees buzzed in the clover. Far away from the fields the chug of an ancient steam-powered threshing machine could be faintly heard. Birds rustled under the tin porch of the roof...
Toward dusk, their small boats go whumping across lakes and bays, rooster-tailing on fierce twin-100 outboards. Caravans of eight-miles-to-the-gallon RVs start homing off the interstates, their occupants damply chilled in the air conditioning, bathed in Dolly Parton from the tape deck. In shopping malls, supermarkets the size of National Guard armories feel as cold as meat lockers; housewives in pedal pushers go Brrrr as they load their carts with food encased in a wealth of nonreturnable glass, metal and paper. They shake their heads as they pay what the check-out computer demands...
...contemptuously) as a shocking wastrel, besotted with its own resources, lighting its cigars with $1,000 bills. In winter, visitors remark, the U.S. is always too warm indoors, and in summer always too cold; in a flawless little American parable, Richard Nixon used to turn up the White House air conditioning full blast and then start a cozy blaze in the fireplace...