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Word: cars (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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HAYDEN HALL is plunged into a slimy mist at 10 a.m. Sunday morning. A bearded fellow wearing a blue parka lurches across its granite steps. "Go picket Louise Day Hicks's house," he barks into a portable loudspeaker. The Committee Against Racism (CAR) is trying to mount a demonstration...

Author: By Edmond P.V. Horsey, | Title: Racism and the Left | 3/5/1975 | See Source »

...happened, Rostal was in a car accident shortly thereafter, and Lefkowitz had to take lessons from his assistant, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise. The assistant was young, and she didn't intimidate him as Rostal had. "I progressed remarkably. It was incredible. I had been playing so lousy, and I had been dissatisfied with the way things were going...

Author: By Sarah Crichton, | Title: A Musician To Be Reckoned With | 3/4/1975 | See Source »

...remember leaving for Lawrence before noon, with my brother beside me--cradled in the car's flabby front seat. The pavement stretches bone dry in the morning sun, and the light skims the top of every rise. We've just quarreled and I feel like doing something rash, to vent my anger. My brother knows a lot about cars, and he has worked on this one, patching its brittle sides, but the mechanical parts are too worn for salvage. I shouldn't abuse it with him along...

Author: By Anemona Hartocolhs, | Title: In the '55 Mercury | 3/3/1975 | See Source »

...paper: I want to make all thirty miles in thirty minutes. The ungainly metal hull lurches forward, chattering like a rattlesnake, then shifting into a resonant moan. A small cloud of dust churns at my brother's feet--the pavement shows through a hole in the floor of the car--and he glares at it as though that's all that irks...

Author: By Anemona Hartocolhs, | Title: In the '55 Mercury | 3/3/1975 | See Source »

Gradually I brake and ease the car into a clearing off the road. The Mercury's engine gurgles and fails, it is quiet again. His face is finally calm, but I squeeze mine a little so it still looks offended. A yard away, a pile of fallen leaves breaks and an animal with a naked, ringed tail rustles out. Startled, my brother watches the possum's ambling intently. The car door swings wide and he slinks around to my side. I can't help smiling at his shrewd expression as he motions for me to step...

Author: By Anemona Hartocolhs, | Title: In the '55 Mercury | 3/3/1975 | See Source »

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