Word: cactuses
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Many of our most celebrated authors have achieved success under noms de plume: Samuel Clemens as Mark Twain, Marian Evans as George Eliot and now MICK FOLEY as Mankind. This week Foley, a pro wrestler who has been known as Cactus Jack and Dude Love, will see his first book, Have a Nice Day! A Tale of Blood and Sweatsocks, hit No. 2 on the New York Times nonfiction best-seller list. In his memoir Foley relates how he overcame broken bones, a lost ear and a worthy opponent named "the Rock" to win the World Wrestling Federation belt last...
...Hong Kong, 1236 Mass. Ave. Then head to Boston, red line to Park, green to Copley and do the Boston bars on your own time. Daisy Buchanan's, on Newbury between Fairfield and Gloucester, Back Bay Brewing Co., on Boylston between Fairfield and Exeter, Cactus Club, on Boylston between Gloucester and Hereford, Division Sixteen, on Boylston between Hereford and Mass. Ave. Pour House, on Boylston between Gloucester and Hereford, Dad's on Boylston between Gloucester and Hereford. Buses back from in front of Hynes Convention Center. Look for pocket-size maps in the Houses. You must be 21 to drink...
...renditions, "German humor" was for once not an oxymoron. Looking elegantly tuxedoed on their sold-out tours of Europe and the U.S., they spiked their tight harmonies with expert, deadpan vocal clowning; they could imitate band instruments and barnyard fowl. They sang a love song to a little green cactus. They had hits with skewered serenades to girls named Veronika, Isabella, Marie, Lisa and, most famously, Johanna...
Hawn started her career as a singer and dancer in New York and broke into television with the variety show, "Laugh-In." She won an Academy Award in 1969 for Best Supporting Actress in "Cactus Flower" and has most recently appeared in "The First Wives Club" and Woody Allen's "Everyone Says I Love...
...Border Cafe fails. Perhaps this is in reality another nod in Baja's favor. Located in the increasingly yuppified South End, Baja benefits from decor that is unabrasively funky. The windows and the bar are framed by red plastic chile lights, sombreros grace the walls and bright green cactus sculptures are sunk into cavities in the walls. Triangular flags pushing tequila brands are a tribute to kitsch, but the gestalt works well, set off under a trendy corrugated tin roof. The TV at one end of the bar and the gravelly sound of Louis Armstrong add to the user-friendly...