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Word: bus (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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...world's fresh water. Bread and cheese, Woods, wooden houses; ruddy hardware men, kerchiefed, buxom women. Stand at window and remember India. Read prize-winning Chinese short stories, i.e., train ticket-seller turns over new leaf and saves future sister-in-law's life by having memorized connecting bus schedules. Francine shows off Nanjing University bug life preserved in naphthalene and film boxes...

Author: By Sylvia C. Whitman, | Title: A Trans-Siberian Journey | 11/8/1982 | See Source »

...travel by train is to move not merely across space but in time, to sense the qualitative difference between trip and journey. In the last five of my seven months in Asia, I covered more than 16,000 km by train, bus and river boat--like many of my fellow travelers, not so concerned with getting someplace as with being somewhere. In that spirit, it does not matter that the Trans Siberian may not be the most snappy exit, it is the most fitting, Besides, it's not a bad deal...

Author: By Sylvia C. Whitman, | Title: A Trans-Siberian Journey | 11/8/1982 | See Source »

...fairly flat area and if there are any lights on you can see around and feel fairly safe," said Lisa M. Hunter 85, one of the 10 Quad resident interviewed yesterday. But she said that when she missed a shuttle bus from South House to the Yard recently, the lack of lights on the walk down made her fear "there could be someone behind every tree...

Author: By Charles T. Kurzman, | Title: Quad Residents Complain About Poor Lighting on Common | 11/4/1982 | See Source »

Quickly we made contingency plans. There would be roadblocks on the way back and quite likely the bus would be stopped as far down as the Colony. If so, I would walk the 10 miles home along the beach...

Author: By Wendy L. Wall, | Title: Trial by Fire | 10/21/1982 | See Source »

Terror reigned on the beach. Highway blockades stopped the bus two miles from my house, and I hiked the last stretch of cold, damp sand, with my pants rolled up. The beach was thronged with people--screaming and shouting or talking in barely audible whispers. It was crowded with horses and dogs, children and mothers. On the other side of the road, the cliffs were ablaze and a strong, hot wind blew cinders and smoke, turning the palm trees into flaming torches and sending crowds scurrying to the water's edge. There were fathers looking for children, children looking...

Author: By Wendy L. Wall, | Title: Trial by Fire | 10/21/1982 | See Source »

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