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...anyway, I played violin, got little exercise, read a lot and ate hot dogs. And what do I have to show for it? Admission to the Big H and, as Homer Simpson once waxed poetic, "bony little girl arms." I decided it was time for a change. It was time...

Author: By Daniel J. Sharfstein, | Title: Finding Myself in the Ring | 1/10/1992 | See Source »

Motel life might have soured their souls. The children watched television all day, and slept on the floor or shared a single bed. They ate lunch meat from a cooler, or cooked fried chicken on some electric skillets and a hot plate they bought from a street person. Brandon once tripped over a shoe and burned his hand on hot oil in the skillet. He sobbed for an hour, but Tamey did not think the burn was bad enough to justify calling an ambulance. She was worried about the cost...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: North Carolina: They're Home for Christmas | 12/30/1991 | See Source »

...gymnasium of the Longfellow Elementary School yesterday, observers, election officials, candidates, supporters and on-lookers milled about, shaking hands, slapping backs and whispering confidentially, as approximately 100 counters ate cookies from a Parent-Teachers Association bake sale and leisurely tabulated the first-place votes from Tuesday's election...

Author: By Yin Y. Nawaday, | Title: Vote Counting: A Grand Spectacle | 11/7/1991 | See Source »

Then there was Herbert Hoover. His name was associated with every stinking aspect of the Great Depression. Shantytowns where the unemployed lived were called "Hoovervilles." The newspapers people slept under were "Hoover blankets." The opposums and rabbits vagrants ate in city parks were "Hoover steaks...

Author: By John A. Cloud, | Title: What's in a (Middle) Name? | 11/6/1991 | See Source »

...wrote it. And I did another one, and it paid for the bills...Within two months I got picked up by a magazine in Toronto, which is the art capital of Canada. (That sounds so bad, like the art capital of Mongolia). So I quit my job and ate oatmeal and hotdogs two years, and did the starving writer bit. I wasn't cut out for "work work". If I had lived in the Dark Ages I would have been a troubadour. I'd never work...

Author: By Peter D. Pinch, | Title: Doug Coupland Speaks On the Trail of Generation X | 10/10/1991 | See Source »

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