Word: beaching
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...airstrip that is now the main street of Tent City, always waiting. On their release for the States, a process that takes at least four or five days, the Vietnamese are left on the roadside to wait for buses to their flights, families sharing lines of cots stacked like beach chairs, sitting for hours under the scorching sun or waiting through the long, chill nights to be picked up for their next destination...
...sunny morning last week, 2,890 miles, 35 hr. 53 min., and one $250 traffic ticket away from East Side Manhattan's Red Ball Garage, Rick Cline and Jack May parked their pockmarked white Ferrari Dino in front of the Portofino Inn in Southern California's Redondo Beach. Having shaved one minute from the previous transcontinental record, the partners became undisputed holders of the 1975 Cannonball Baker Sea-to-Shining-Sea Memorial Trophy Dash...
...effort to get his Vietnamese wife and her six children out of the country. Another was former Serviceman Kenneth Cowan, who had left his wife and three children in Saigon when his tour of duty in Viet Nam ended two years ago. Now a helicopter repairman in Redondo Beach, Calif, Cowan took a month's leave from his job, sold his car, diving equipment and drums and flew back to Saigon to rescue his family. "My wife was worried about what the Communists might do to mixed kids," he said. "I just had to get them...
When alone, Connors may drive to the beach at Santa Monica. "It's peaceful," he says. "I just like to sit there and think about when I should play my next tournament or what I should do after this year." Connors admits to moments of loneliness. "It's usually when I'm playing some tournament," he says. "I get depressed when I go back to my room and no one's there. I start missing places and get memories about happier times. My mind wanders to Chrissie...
Approaching a woman waiting to receive Communion last week at St. Brigid's Catholic Church in Pacific Beach, Calif., the priest paused hesitantly. Eying the National Organization for Women button she was wearing, he asked gravely: "Do you believe in abortion?" Just as seriously, she responded: "You mean I have to give my beliefs before I receive Communion...