Word: bendingly
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...September to May. Don't get me wrong-it's no resort town-but the atmosphere is more laid back, the stress is (for the most part) gone, and you've come to see your college town in a whole new light. You even sometimes looked down toward a bend in the river and were reminded of Seurat's "Afternoon on the Grand Jatte," minus the parasols and bustles, of course...
Occasionally, proctors bend the rules to the breaking point as they attempt to relate to their proctees...
...parents' child, as were we, much more than we realized. Our parents outlasted the Depression and defeated the armies of fascism. They taught us, by word and deed, that we Americans could do anything if we put our minds to it--that the world would bend to our will, and that it was our duty to exercise that will. We were raised to believe that what we thought mattered, that what we did mattered. What were we trying to do but complete our parents' liberation of the world? What were we trying to build if not that shining city...
Once, there was a wider and more deafening metallic overture in town, one that used to rise with the sun, part of the song that Walt Whitman used to "hear America singing...those of mechanics...blithe and strong." The steam trains came around the bend behind the houses and doubled their strokes up the slope, and the sound shook the windowpanes. But in a blink they were extinct. Our creamery went silent. So did the big diesel electric generators that pumped through the cold winter nights. Maybe it all is good. But the memories are so intimate and gratifying...
...then that a sweeping glance at one another affirmed a quorum for mischief. As they sprinted toward the train, Tester tripped, finally climbing aboard some 20 cars behind the group. Discouraged, he jumped off a few miles later while his friends, riding atop the boxcars, thundered ahead past the bend in Holly, ducking through tunnels and quivering as towns and pastures blurred past them. "We were scared," says Nicole. "We were laying on the train waiting for it to stop...