Word: boys
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...street when it said 'don't walk.' Laage and a friend made each other wear signs at all times for a week except when sleeping or in the shower, in the interest of truth and suffering. Laage's read "I am a pimply-faced boy," while his friend's read "I am a windbag at both ends...
...surrounding communities, residents desperate to talk to the outside world lined up at temporary telephone booths, waiting up to an hour to make calls limited to five minutes apiece. "My cousin had a baby yesterday," sighed Janet Smith. "I don't even know yet whether it's a boy or a girl." Behind her stood Michael Derrane, an insurance salesman looking a bit frayed at the edges. "I've come here three hours a day for the past two weeks," he said...
Killing sprees have become grimly commonplace in the U.S., but last Friday's horror in Winnetka, Ill., was particularly searing because the victims were schoolchildren. It began when Lori Dann, 30, shot and wounded an eight-year- old boy in the bathroom of the Hubbard Woods Elementary School. Dropping one pistol, she entered a second-grade classroom, where she opened fire with another revolver, killing one youngster and critically wounding four others. Dann fled to a nearby household, where she shot one occupant and barricaded herself in the building alone. When a police SWAT team finally burst in about seven...
Eric Fischl has become the painter laureate of American anxiety in the '80s. From the moment he exhibited Sleepwalker, 1979, his image of a teenage boy resentfully masturbating in a suburban wading pool, Fischl has zeroed in with unblinking curiosity on the discontents of the White Tribe whose territory stretches from Scarsdale to Anaheim: unreachable kids, grotesque parents, small convulsions of voyeurism and barely concealed incestuous longing...
Helms tells a story from his childhood. "About the only licking I remember my father giving me was when he overheard me calling a little black boy with whom I was playing a 'nigger.' He told me, 'It wasn't anything you did that made you white, wasn't anything he did that made him black,' and I was never to use that word again." It was no defense, said Helms, that the boy had called him a "white cracker...