Word: blakes
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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This is not done by jostling in the street. --Blake...
Lots goes on here in the town of Night-soap, most every night of the week. Mondays Blake Carrington comes to visit, with his young wife, his tramp daughter, his homosexual son and a billion dollars' worth of Colorado oil contracts; Blake is trying to build a Dynasty. Tuesdays we see the Weldons,from up on Flamingo Road; they got more problems, and hormones, than an alligator has teeth. Thursdays we play bridge with the young marrieds from Knots Landing; most of the time, though, they want to play other indoor games. Fridays we reserve for our oldest friends...
Could imitations be far behind? In the case of Dynasty, imitation is the sincerest form of flatulence. As Oil Mogul Blake Carrington (John Forsythe) struggles to secure control of his empire and the fidelity of his working-class bride (Linda Evans), heavy breathing can be heard -the anxious effort of writers and actors to hit a Texas-size gusher. So far, though, Dynasty is all dry wells...
...Blake knows a little something about scoring goals in hockey games. As a player for the Montreal Canadiens, Blake led the National Hockey League in points (goals plus assists) in 1939. In 13 seasons as the Canadiens coach, he won eight Stanley Cup titles and shepherded the careers of Maurice ("Rocket") Richard, Jean Beliveau and Bernie ("Boom-Boom") Geoffrion. From behind the bench, Blake schemed to stop such high-scoring opponents as Gordie Howe, Bobby Hull, Phil Esposito and Stan Mikita. So when it comes to evaluating hockey's newest natural wonder, the New York Islanders' Right Wing...
...haven in Harlem about the turn of the century and soon made it their own, displacing the other ethnic groups that had been there before them. By the early '20s, it was a lively center for writers, singers, dancers and composers: Langston Hughes, Ethel Waters, Josephine Baker, Eubie Blake and Paul Robeson. Bessie Smith occasionally dropped in, and there was enough talent, much of it unknown to the folks downtown, to fill the stages of a dozen theaters. The expansive, tree-lined streets were safe, and on a Sunday, Seventh Avenue was a promenade for strollers. That Harlem survived...