Word: backyard
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...small newspaper likes nothing better than a national story in its own backyard. Last week at the Point Reyes (Calif.) Light (circ. 2,700), the paper's own backyard was a national story. The Light was awarded a Pulitzer Prize for its investigative articles about the activities of Synanon, the controversial drug-rehabilitation group with headquarters six miles away. Out-of-town journalists quickly descended on the paper's storefront office in Point Reyes Station (pop. 420) to interview the Light's owners, Cathy, 34, and David Mitchell, 35. Armed with Stanford journalism degrees and experience...
...transform PuO2 powder into bombs. But a senatorial aide, Kelly Gilliam, assisted by the Senator's daughter, puts two and E=mc² together and sets out to crack the conspiracy. The couple have to outwit the feds, who spend more time trying to defuse Kelly than the backyard armorers. In the end, on time, a mushroom cloud over Chesapeake Bay provides the adventure with a fissionable finale. Authors Oran and Hoklin, who have both served as congressional aides, do a Capitol job of describing the suites and sours of D.C. The atomic mechanics seem even more plausible...
While reporters from Oregon, Arizona, and California sit comfortably in the Prudential Tower press offices, writers from the Marathon's own backyard will be excluded. The students of Boston treat the Marathon with great respect, and we deserve more than the back of the BAA's hand in return...
George Washington's birthday was the perfect time, of course, for John LoGiudice to get punished for chopping down a cherry tree. He found the tree growing wild, about 25 years ago, in the backyard of his house in Queens, N.Y. He transplanted it out to the front, next to the public sidewalk, and there it grew. "We always took care of it," said LoGiudice, 66, a retired milkman. "It was a beautiful tree with pretty flowers blossoming every spring and nice healthy cherries...
...plot revolves around Richard Chamberlain as a Sydney corporate lawyer living an idyllic suburban life with his wife and two adorable little girls. When the weather begins to act strangely, Chamberlain is unconcerned. His life is ordered and promising--he plays tennis on Sundays on his backyard court, spends a lot of time troubleshooting on the phone ("Right, Ed, I'll check on it first thing Monday morning"), and any strange occurrences in the outside world can be quickly swept away with a flick of the wiper-washer switch on his blue-gray Volvo. Ignore for the moment that Chamberlain...