Word: buffalo
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Waldo Von Erich, the all-German Champ, who parades around matches in Buffalo, his home-away-from-home, in full Nazi regalia, including hobnailed boots, Iron Cross medallion, World War II helmet, and leather whip. He has developed a hold which translates into English as "The Claw." When applied to the soft underbelly of the soft underbelly of an inexperienced grappler, von Erich's steel hard grip can gouge through ordinary flesh and grasp ever-so vital internal organs. Von Erich is equipped with a device which was developed late in the War--a sort of belt which wraps around...
...morning Carter was on his way to a senior citizens' center and then to St. Simon's Episcopal Church in a black neighborhood. Then off to Buffalo for lunch with a group of uncommitted candidates for convention delegate; a TV interview with NBC's John Hart on Carter's religious beliefs (Carter says that he thinks about God or prays about 25 times a day, but adds: "I have never in my life said a prayer asking God to let me succeed . . . but I do ask God to help me do the right thing...
Telescoping the whole tired 6 ft. 5 in. of himself into a DC-3 seat tailored to Mickey Rooney, he shuts out the day's string of hassles. As the old plane lumbers from Buffalo toward Milwaukee and morning, it is more important to sleep. One day has ended and another begun; there is no clear line of demarcation in the Udall campaign. His schedulers leave their candidate only brief respites in the 24-hour cycle...
...knew their hearts were with Scoop Jackson; he had been cheered by students, who he knew were his own. Twice he had been attacked by radicals shouting "Fascist!" His motorcade had suffered the ignominy of a flat tire on the Grand Central Parkway. In the afternoon, he flew to Buffalo...
...venerable DC-3, hardly posh, and at last his battered entourage trooped aboard-his Secret Service detail, two aides, a contingent of growling press, and his brightly resilient wife Ella. It may be the jet age for everybody else, but for the Udall campaign it was four hours from Buffalo to Milwaukee, a flight not aided by head winds, the ministrations of a glum stewardess and a pilot whose name, discomfitingly, was Slaughter...