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Word: blacktop (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 2000-2009
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...hoops star to literary Brahmin. At all phases playground ball is there, teaching creativity, the difference between "solo triumph" and group participation, and other life lessons. There are too many basketball-is-like-jazz musings, but at its best moments, Hoop Roots brings a touch of Proust to the blacktop...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Hoop Roots | 11/19/2001 | See Source »

...drive along the remote west coast of Norway, I'm pretty sure I've arrived at the end of the world. The single-lane blacktop hugs a fjord with towering cliffs on each side; the only other access is by boat. Nestled at the end of the fjord is the small town of Modalen. Population: 350. Aside from its spectacular setting, the sleepy community has two main attractions: hydroelectric power and sand - lots and lots of sand...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Fjording Ahead | 6/4/2001 | See Source »

...thighs with his hands to make the sound of a horse's hoofs. His father had a plowhorse named Bill, a long-suffering white mare. The three of us boys would climb aboard the broad acreage of Bill's back and ride her down the oystershell road to the blacktop and then on to Chink's roadhouse, where we would go in by the "Colored" entrance and there, in a barroom twilight amid the stale beer and dead cigarette smells, Charles would with utmost deference approach the owner Chink and place our morning's bets on the numbers. We never...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Days of Innocence and Ugliness | 1/11/2001 | See Source »

...recently we left the farm, stayed away nearly a week, and drove back late at night. I turned my car off the blacktop... and instantly felt, instead of the familiar reassuring washboard under the tires, a harder, sleeker, smoother ride. The road under my high beams looked the same color as the clay compound (chalky gray), but my shocks didn't jump and chitter; the tires hummed underfoot...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Disappearing Fast — the Joy of a Dirt Road | 9/6/2000 | See Source »

...rumbled into the campground five or six rhinoceros RVs, behemoths with generators on their roofs that hummed and groaned all night to power the people's TVs and air conditioners. They slept sealed up inside the beasts, and in the morning the rhinos rolled off single file down the blacktop, heading for Zion...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Buzz of Summer | 7/10/2000 | See Source »

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