Word: aspenization
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...happily evident that she was no namby-pamby dilletance of the piano. Only a slight sloppiness at the end of the first movement and a bit too much pedal at times detracted from the virtuoso level of the performance. Miss Oppens, who performed this concerto also at the Aspen Music Festival, will be around for four years; she has won an audience which will follow her development with interest...
...dough at Stowe lies mostly in the snow," crooned a banjo-toting minnesinger before the inevitable open fireplace of that famed ski retreat in Vermont last week. And the same truth was self-evident in thousands of other resorts around the world from Aspen to Zermatt, where the ski slopes resembled a lavishly and gaily costumed flea circus...
...Aspen, Colo., which likes to think of itself as the U.S. ski capital. "No Vacancy" signs were up everywhere. The Aspen Ski Corp.'s gross for the last three months was 15% ahead of the same period last season. Long the favorite resort of the dedicated skier because of its constant supply of dry, powder snow, Aspen has been discovered recently by the snowbunny set. Grumbles William R. Dunnaway, proprietor of the Aspen Times: "The new people are the sort who don't get up until noon, ski for an hour, then start getting ready for cocktails...
...vertical drop. But grandma lived in town, and I used to ski downhill to pick up goodies." Still only a part-time skier, Ferries was good enough at 14 to place ninth in the slalom at the U.S. junior championships. In 1957 he packed off to Aspen, Colo., to polish his technique. He improved so quickly that he decided to risk his savings on an Alpine tour. Ferries still shudders at the recollection. "I fell in all the down hills. I was tense, and my reflexes always failed." By 1960 Ferries was still falling-at Kitzbühel, St.-Moritz...
What J. D. Salinger is, is a phony, and it is by no means inconceivable that what drives him to such extremes of reclusiveness is simple self-knowledge, inasmuch as Mr. Salinger must surely have the windiest conscience yet granted to mortal man, the onslaught of the aspen-hinged tongue of which would drive any man to flight and concealment...