Word: brightly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Massachusetts' sky was crisp blue, and a bright sun spilled down on the familiar figure cutting through the ocean on water skis. Just as she has done every day during her six-week stay at the Kennedy compound in Hyannisport this summer, Jackie Kennedy celebrated her 39th birthday skimming over Nantucket Sound. Then she collected an assortment of Kennedy children and treated them to an alfresco picnic on Egg Island, a sand bar that was a J.F.K. favorite during his summer White House days. Came evening, and she was at Father-in-Law Joe Kennedy's house...
...conflict erupted when one of the city's bright yellow tow trucks stopped at the corner of Beulah and 123rd Street, at the edge of the Glenville ghetto, to haul away a junked 1958 Cadillac. Guns opened up from every side. One of the truckers called for help on his two-way radio...
...forced to abandon the old philosophical principle of the duality of good and evil. We find a new duality, an immediate polarity between body -- including brain -- and non-body, between the gross private tyranny of the coarse machine Enderby must serve every minute of his life and the hard bright indifference of that panorama of people and places outside. Ranged against each other, equally complex, equally demanding masters, the two forces almost crush Enderby, who is too blind to differentiate between them. But Enderby withstands the buffets of circumstance and wins by doggedly avoiding every intrusion of reality. The author...
...what can I tell my Black congregation? How can I face them and say, "Love thy neighbor as thyself and love thy enemy" when they feel that the White man is their enemy and I don't blame them. What shall I say to them on my first bright Sunday morning? Dear Lord, What Shall...
...waited an hour and 35 minutes while Egorov made precise turns in the bright sky until finally somehow, some way, somebody down there mercifully did something to get us out of the jam. Landing orders crackled over the radio. Heaving at the controls-Soviet planes have no power boost-Egorov swung out of the holding pattern, popped his dive brakes, flattened out and bored straight for J.F.K. We flat-hatted over Long Island, made a sharp turn to a little-used runway and touched down at about 220 m.p.h.-much faster than the Boeing 707's 175-m.p.h. landing...