Word: bigs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...young Evans haunted the piers where poultry was loaded aboard packet boats for Pittsburgh. If a chicken escaped, kids were allowed to track and keep it. "You could get a small white leghorn, feed it on grain for two weeks and then sell it for a dollar. That was big money when people were making ten cents an hour." For play, kids tossed their chickens out of barn lofts to see how far they could fly. From that recollection came the great flying chicken contest...
After the day's final flight, Costen shyly accepts the $500 check and the big black and yellow world's champion rib bon from Host Evans. Two hundred T shirts have been sold, the sarsaparilla has given out and the Olympic torch is flickering low. Wiping the fried chicken from their fingers, the satisfied spectators slowly meander toward the car pasture. "See you all next year," says Evans, as a state policeman helps the campers and pickups thread in among the giant semis barreling along Route 35. From one departing truck, a rooster crows an unprintable reply. - Spencer...
...pump in a late model Chevy Malibu and I went out and knocked at the window and I said, 'I'm sorry, sir, we don't sell gas till 7.' I started back and got two steps from the door when I felt a big bang on my left leg. I grabbed my leg. Below me was a bottle of Heineken's, half full. Now I walk backwards...
Many of the nation's superhighways were eerily silent last week as the big 18-wheel diesel rigs ceased to roar. Occasionally there were other sounds: voices raised in anger, the thud of punches, and the crack of rifles sending bullets through the sides of trucks, shattering windshields, and sometimes hitting human flesh. Most of the nation's 100,000 independent, long-haul truckers were striking in protest against the rising cost (up 35% since the beginning of the year) and increasing scarcity of diesel fuel. Some merely stopped working. Others used their trucks to block access...
French food is well represented in the mid-priced to expensive range. Marco Polo, a well known Francophilic big spender, wines and dines his friends at Voyagers. The food is reputedly quite good, if overpriced, but no student has ever been wealthy enough to verify it. Isabella took Columbus to Ferdinand's on Mt. Auburn St., another posh place with good eats. The Sunday brunch there-and at Autre Chose up Mass Ave.-is usually very good, and reasonably priced...