Word: beach
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Europe there is no street quite so lively, quite so cosmopolitan or quite so zany as Rome's Via Veneto-the broad, tree lined avenue known to Italy's American colony as "the Beach." And for a decade past, the heart of the Beach has been the polyglot, block-long Caffé Doney. There in the soft Roman night, Italians and tourists alike sat till the wee hours beneath bright sidewalk umbrellas, sipping whisky, apéritifs or coffee, and watching the Via Veneto's endless parade of smartly dressed girls, pomaded gigolos and international celebrities, ranging...
Last week for devotees of the Beach all around the world, there was earth-shaking news: Doney's was no longer unquestioned monarch of the Via Veneto. The challenger: the bustling Café de Paris, which occupies the sidewalk opposite Doney's, and for the last few months has been looking more and more like a winner...
Dawn was still two hours away when the old man parked his Jeep and set off through the fields of wind-grass for the sea. On the rocky Massachusetts beach, he used a pebble to hone the three hooks hanging from a cigar-shaped yellow plug with a red nose. Then, peering out at the dark water from under his long-billed fisherman's cap, he began to cast. In gentle, precise rhythm, his rod whipped back and forth until he lifted a leathery thumb from the reel and the plug soared 190 ft. out into the Atlantic...
...most elusive fish in the sea, the striper is so unpredictable that surf casters have gone for years without a strike. Stripers can sulk offshore for hours far beyond the reach of a line, then flash for the beach on a whim. They can ignore the most ingenious lures bobbed past their noses by experts, then hit something splashed into the water by a novice. Toughest of all to figure are the canny ancients that go 60 lbs. and higher. "The big ones, they travel by themselves," said Oscar. "They like a big rock, and they settle under...
...suicide of the poet's first wife-skittered across France, Switzerland and Italy, keeping company with the brightest minds and most advanced spirits of English letters. When the poet, Percy Bysshe Shelley, died in a storm at sea at 29, his friends held a cremation ceremony on the beach, and one of them snatched the young heart from the flames. His widow, Mary, then 25, devoted her remaining years to the poet's memory...