Word: armed
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...neighborhood. You guys out on the lawn make me look like a mobster. I'm not. I'm just a truck driver." Provenzano consented, however, to give a photographer a guided tour of his house. A Doberman pinscher snarled behind a door ("He could take your arm off," advised Tony Pro), but the rest of the house was peaceful. There was a big swimming pool out in back, a pool table in one room, and a handcarved teak bust that the host volunteered was worth $250,000. In the living room hung an original oil portrait of Provenzano...
...Mike Andrews is something the A's will not soon forget. After Andrews made two costly errors in the second game of the 1973 World Series against the New York Mets, Finley announced that the team physician had found the second baseman unfit to play because of a sore arm. Bent on making room for another player to strengthen his roster, Finley dropped Andrews from the team. In protest, the A's wore his No. 17 on their sleeves at a workout before the third game. To a man, they insist that Finley ordered the doctor to fabricate a reason...
...pull the plug when he was finished. Bridget and he stopped this writhing, uncoiling out of the water like salamanders; slickly limp, warm, shivering. Briggs and Jenny headed up to the Delac where Gay wasn't, Jenny telling Briggs about Gay's black eyes, the bandaged stabs on her arm, the bruises on he chest. And Gay was dying of T.B. and wouldn't go see a doctor and Briggs leaned back against the Delac, its door open and insides all aglow in the depth of nothing, and our odds were ruined...
...polyeurethane over the windows smoking as I thanked him and plunged out into the pitch and ran a path I couldn't see to the road, running like the devil just for the hell of it. Not to wait for Daniel to stagger up the path on Bridget's arm, asking what was wrong and then, after saying something really must be done, passing out in the backseat of the Delac, on his sweetheart's lap. Not to walk back to Peg's picking my way through the blackness with a load tread and louder whistle so Peg would hear...
...staggered out of dusky nowhere. She was sobbing a bit and a little red-faced and I couldn't quite put my arm around her. Briggs stared at the road ahead and drove fast paMmmmmst the whorehouse of which Pegleg had informed us, and fast up Galena and fast to Ketchum. In the backseat all was quiet except for a few snores from Daniel: the road sucked under soundlessly; the trees didn't moan; there was no wind; the radio crackled, playing "This is the Last Song I'll Sing for You"; the night hung out beyond us; I thought...