Word: casuals
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...casual observer, William Holden Bell appeared to be the very model of a hardworking, leisure-loving Los Angeles suburbanite. A U.C.L.A.-trained radar engineer, Bell, 61, had put in 29 years with Hughes Aircraft Co., a major defense contractor once owned by the late Howard Hughes. Together with his pretty second wife Rita, a Belgian-born Pan American airlines cabin attendant, and her nine-year-old son from an earlier marriage, Bell lived in a fairly ordinary-looking condominium complex in Playa del Rey. It had the usual Southern California accouterments-tennis courts, pools, saunas and Jacuzzis...
Every Wednesday evening, Tarlow supervises a casual set of races and then presides over a $3 all-you-can-eat sailors' feed. Just hanging around the unusual clubhouse is an experience, he explains, because the whole building is supported by a floating barge. "Sometimes people get really frightened when they're standing and talking and the whole place suddenly moves a little...
Though the illegal status of cocaine meant keeping the names of many sources confidential, Melvoin was surprised at the willingness of users to talk about their experiences with the drug. Says he: "The fact that they were so relaxed with a reporter is an indication of how casual cocaine use has become." But Beaty found that some cocaine dealers in Los Angeles were considerably more cautious: "It was the first time I had been in an attorney's office with semiautomatic weapons leaned up against the wall. It is safe to say that the paranoia level was high...
...even casual sniffing can lead to more potent and potentially damaging ways of using cocaine and other drugs. Many cokeheads take sedative pills like methaqualone, brand-named Quaaludes (tons of which are illegally imported from Colombia) to calm down after their high and take the edge off their yearning for more coke...
...nearly 20 years it has been burning-and fuming On the surface, at least, Centralia looks much like dozens of neighboring towns in the hard-coal country of eastern Pennsylvania. A casual traveler topping the hill where Route 61 swings up from the south can take in the entire community at a glance, from St. Ignatius' Catholic church at one end of town, past the wooden row houses and empty storefronts in the center, to onion-domed St. Mary's Russian Orthodox church at the other. But a more careful look reveals something else: acrid-smelling steam coming...