Word: bunked
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...however, as Simpson awaits his arraignment, he faces long, tedious days in his cell, a beige, windowless room measuring 9 ft. by 7 ft. and furnished only with an iron bunk and a stainless-steel toilet next to a sink. A cardboard box on the floor, containing papers and letters, and the odd apple or orange complete the decor. As a protective-custody inmate, Simpson is denied access to mess halls, rooftop exercise areas or even the chapel. His only breaks are two hour-long periods of activity in the "freeway" of the corridor. There he can use the public...
...them we lost our private rooms; out with thebed, in with the double-bunk (happily, SibylBeckett '44 and I had fun, despite the crowding).Breakfast became self service, and rationing tookhold (mournfully did I stare into a fullhalf-gallon of coffee, to view the bottom clear asa coral reef in Tahiti--you had to drink it all toget any kick...
...nearly dawn when the U.N. armored relief column finally punched its way through to the cornered troops. One by one, the Rangers and Delta Force men slipped from doorway to doorway to reach the comparative safety of the rescue vehicles. As Black Hawk pilot Jerry Izzo headed for his bunk in the room he had shared with Cliff Wolcott, he glanced at his fallen friend's bed. The blankets were turned down, and on the pillow lay a paperback novel, still open at the page Wolcott had been reading the previous afternoon. "I closed my eyes," Izzo remembers...
What it was like living with another Ivan for two years: I guess it was great. But at times I forgot who I was. For example, I would forget my name and then remembered his name. This happened a lot on Sunday mornings. We shared a bunk bed, you know...
...ideals are a load of crap--this is a cop-out of the worst kind because not only does it relieve us of any responsibility, but it also provides a false sense of superiority. We, the cynical, are blessed with the infinite wisdom to not buy into the bunk that's force-fed to us by tired high school civics teachers. The rest of you are fools. This is what I felt as an intern this past summer, and I know I'm not alone...