Word: bourbon
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Carter seems headed toward easy victories in Arkansas, Tennessee and Kentucky (total: 118 delegates). Says Louisville Mayor Harvey Sloane of Carter: "He's maturing like good Kentucky bourbon." He probably will lose most of Idaho's 16 delegates to Native Son Church and most of Nevada's eleven to Neighbor Brown. In Oregon, which has 34 delegates, Carter was narrowly ahead, but Church's strength was growing; he has spent eleven days so far this year in his next-door state, which Carter-spread thin-has not visited since 1975. The race gained another candidate last...
...like any image that one people conjures up about another. Pell-mell you would doubtless see the landing of the G.I.s in Normandy, Roosevelt, Ike and Kennedy, Wall Street, cavalcades of Indians in the Far West, Al Capone, Marilyn Monroe, Marlon Brando, Muhammad Ali, pretty majorettes, West Side Story, bourbon and Coca-Cola, man's first steps on the moon-with a musical background of Louis Armstrong and Duke Ellington...
Scoundrel Time is far from such a book. It rambles, jumps around in time, from Washington to Spain to upstate New York. Hellman intersperses her stories of lawyers and committee rooms with anecdotes about clothes and cabdrivers and manure and stage-hands pouring bourbon down her throat. The stories are exquisite in and of themselves because Hellman has a sharp memory for detail and is a master storyteller. But because the stories break up the passage of events in her book, they destroy the buildup of dramatic tension. Hellman's last segment begins with the words "Nothing more...
Died. Jim Robinson, 86, primordial, gutsy jazz trombonist who recorded more than 100 albums, many of them with Trumpeter Bunk Johnson, starting and finishing his career on Bourbon Street; of cancer; in New Orleans...
...thing, I was coming off another of those 5 a.m. nights. My mouth burned with the menthol taste of too many Salems, my head hung over with the after-effects of too much bourbon, and I had just about decided that I didn't love Jesus no more. I lay in bed gingerly, not wanting to move. Something might be broken. It was 1:15, and I had 15 minutes to make lunch...