Word: caravan
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Secretary of the Treasury James Baker is a far piece from the muddy Illinois caravan of George Bush, but he is the most important figure in the Vice President's campaign. How Baker tunes the economy will, more than any other factor besides the nature of Bush himself, determine the Republican future, not to mention Ronald Reagan's rendezvous with history...
...Greeks, the original Olympians, who never have won a winter medal, led the parade as always. In the 57-nation caravan there was the normal quota of Christmas elves and bright-parkaed snowmen, but a new theme emerged: intrigue. Fedoras and spy-length overcoats were the fashion of France, Italy, Bulgaria and others, including, in a gasping surprise, the Americans. Abandoning their customary ranch outfits ("Thank heavens," said Skier Debbie Armstrong), the U.S. team wore overcoats long enough to hide tommy guns (blue coats for the men, white for the molls) and snowy, wide-brim hats from...
...President-elect will face the task of forming a Government, a job infinitely more important than campaigning, but a bit boring. Most of the huge media caravan will go back to covering social and economic battles and natural calamities. Stories on the nightly news will recite unfamiliar names, vague accounts of struggles for favor and repetitive rumors of anointment. There will be no balloons and bands. Constructing a Government is a gritty business...
...accent, at least, but too often the movie went soft, like spun-sugar quicksand. In The Best of Times, Williams went Chaplinesque -- Geraldine, alas, not Charlie -- as a weak geek trying to validate youthful dreams of football glory. And Club Paradise cast him as the ringmaster of a clown caravan. No fair: other guys got to be funny. And not funny: Popeye remains his biggest box-office hit to date...
...caravan rolls. A pair of fuel trucks, a Ryder rent-a- truck with a family in the cab and its Pontiac dragging behind, a double freight truck, half a peripatetic house marked WIDE LOAD (for shallow living) pass and pass again in symbiotic progression. They finally fetch up -- without a sign of recognition from the drivers who have traveled for hours more or less together -- in the lee of an aptly named roadside restaurant called Huddle. "Lady," snarls the gas-station owner, "don't you ever clean your headlights with a squeegee. Stuff gets in it, and the next...