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Word: airings (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...reluctant to submit at first. One vacation I even shunned their offer and caught a train, but it was no use. Sooner or later all of us must go. Once the airlines showed me that travelling for just and hour felt better than the ordeal of bad air, sore knees, and a weary head. I was hooked, even if they did play Muzak in the odorless terminals. The romantic forms of travel are too disorienting. I told myself, save them for the summer...

Author: By Richard Bock, | Title: The Aviator Getting There | 12/18/1969 | See Source »

...never say things like that unless they're onto something. I had it in a minute-Havana. It sounded unreal, but I was sure that if we only made it off the ground, we'd be there in a matter of hours. After two years of selling out by air I would be in the tropics, among a whole new breed of people, in the home of the real revolution...

Author: By Richard Bock, | Title: The Aviator Getting There | 12/18/1969 | See Source »

...compared with the feeling you get at the most unlikely moments that you, too, are going home to that big ocean one of these days. With that intense witch of a girl, surrounded by that awesome desert and those miles and miles of highway, and those screaming blasts of air pushed into us by the cars that wouldn't stop. I was in a new world, and I had no use for cosmologies you wear on your shirtsleeve...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Road from Gallup to Albuquerque: | 12/18/1969 | See Source »

...finally stopped for us and agreed to give us a push. As the car backed around to get in position to push, the girl ran a few steps towards the Volvo, her bare fect barely touching the hot asphalt. Then she leaped into the air, kicking both legs, throwing her arms across her chest and back, and jerking her head back in one joyful gesture. I'd never seen anything like...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Road from Gallup to Albuquerque: | 12/18/1969 | See Source »

...headed back to the living room, in which I noticed the figure of a bearded man. I galloped down the stairs and out into the all-American, midtown-Manhattan air. I had had my first face-to-face meeting with the forces of the occult...

Author: By William BUTLER Yeats, | Title: Dark Mysteries of the Palm...... Or Sticking Your Hand Into a Friendly Computer | 12/12/1969 | See Source »

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