Word: backyarders
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...truck to be taken to market, and where my dad once made me and my friends get up at 6 a.m. after a sleepover and dig potatoes. My kids have been growing up in the suburbs, not knowing where food comes from. Now we are growing vegetables in the backyard, and they are helping debone the chicken, even if it seems "gross" at first. I think we will treat our environment better when we have a closer connection to where our food comes from. Sara Barton, Rochester Hills, Mich...
Even so, there's nothing quite like a visit by the U.S. President to bolster Russia's status in the world. Moscow got an unexpected reminder of Washington's clout in its backyard when Kyrgyzstan announced on June 23 that it would renew an American lease on its air base in Manas, a critical transshipment point for U.S. and NATO military operations in Afghanistan. That decision was a victory for the Obama Administration: just four months ago, the Kyrgyz government had said that the U.S. military had to go. More broadly, Moscow's ability to project its power has been...
...Americans and non-Americans alike on exchanges both in the U.S. and overseas. The U.S. should not outsource markets by placing a divide between America and the rest of the world. Do regulators hoping to ease oil prices really want the dollar price of oil determined in Dubai, the backyard playground of the largest oil exporter? With the proposed regulation, foreign oil suppliers will have a greater futures-market share. The oil market will become more susceptible to manipulation by these suppliers...
RIDGEWOOD, N.J.—My grandfather built things. In a backyard somewhere in a low California valley, his treehouse subsumes a wimpy oak. The trunk seems to buckle underneath the weight of a wide staircase leading up to the habitable structure. But I imagine that this immemorial fixture of my childhood is now littered with alien toys, the once fresh carpet dank with spilled juice and the glass-paned windows smeared by the hands of gum-smacking children...
...left to imagine because I haven’t seen this treehouse for 16 years. Every time my family revisits the neighborhood, I’m forced to subsist on a teasing peek into the backyard. The sense of voyeurism hardens the feeling of having been cheated of what was once mine. That treehouse stands as a testament to a past built and lost by my grandfather...