Word: alleys
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...realize that the bu-bu-bu- boos were original, natural and, to his widening audience, deeply satisfying. It was also wonderfully adaptable to the musical genres he would investigate for the rest of his career: Irish songs, cowboy ditties and hymns, as well as the standard Tin Pan Alley and Hollywood...
Today a few monuments still loom over Samarkand, overshadowing modern Soviet interlopers. From the immense ruin of Bibi-Khanym Mosque to Shah-I-Zinda's intimate alley of tombs and Tamerlane's resting place at Guri Amir Mausoleum, the city offers an imposing collection of intricately patterned towers, precise arches and azure domes. The Registan?a three-sided plaza of colossal mosaic portals, minarets and medressas (Islamic schools)?was the center of medieval Samarkand and remains the most impressive site (entry $1). In the market near Bibi-Khanym, something of the Silk Road survives as women hawk bread...
Millie Wilcox, 60, thinks she knows. The retired nurse and mother of two grown boys (one of them being this writer) doesn't have a Ph.D. in child psychology, just a memory of her own Ohio childhood picking elderberries in the alley and once--imagine doing this today--playing house inside a cardboard box set smack dab in the middle of the street. "There wasn't so much traffic back then," says Wilcox, "and it seems like every neighborhood had a vacant lot. Vacant lots were important. Plus, our mothers were around during the day, and they knew everyone...
...stage at the Tahitian Queen when she was 16 years old. Now, she has two children. Stephanie is three, and her father is English. John Michael is two; his father is an American from Georgia. The Yank has promised to visit in May, but no one in the dirt alley is holding his breath. Checkpoint is filled with mothers waiting for fathers who never come back...
...Millie Wilcox, 60, thinks she knows. The retired nurse and mother of two grown boys (one of them being this writer) doesn't have a Ph.D. in child psychology, just a memory of her own Ohio childhood picking elderberries in the alley and once - imagine doing this today - playing house inside a cardboard box set smack dab in the middle of the street. "There wasn't so much traffic back then," says Wilcox, "and it seems like every neighborhood had a vacant lot. Vacant lots were important. Plus, our mothers were around during the day, and they knew everyone...