Word: cedar
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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What happened next, Riethmiller told a packed courtroom in Cincinnati last week, was anything but O.K. After being transferred to a sedan driven by her mother Marita, she was taken 400 miles south to Cedar Bluff, Ala. There, in a secluded lakeside vacation cottage outside of town, Riethmiller says she was subjected to seven harrowing days of harassment and rape. Her parents say she was being deprogrammed. But their daughter was not a convert to some bizarre religious cult. Her parents believed that she had become estranged from them after falling into a lesbian relationship with Thiemann, a friend from...
...strongest national showing ever, the Harvard women's track team took 13th place last weekend at the AIAW Indoor National Championships in Cedar Falls, lowa, with 13 points...
...exactly like to talk about mesquite; to do so is a little like discussing roaches with a New Yorker. But in some ways, mesquite controls and defines the landscape. Because it exerts such exorbitant claims upon a starkly limited water supply, mesquite (in conspiracy with prickly pear, cedar and other heavy drinkers) dictates what will flourish and what will wither; it decides whether the cattle and sheep will have enough range grass to grow fat upon. Water and brush run certain segments of the West Texas economy in an almost embarrassingly thorough way. Sisyphus rolled a boulder; a rancher...
...little until told that Belly had become a literary hit. Said Morgan City Detective Bob Bazet: "When he heard that, he really picked up." "As an entertainer, I'd like to be known just as Melvin Dum-mar-without Howard Hughes," says the former gas-station owner from Cedar City, Utah. Dummar, 37, vaulted out of obscurity after he claimed that in 1967 he befriended a haggard hitchhiker in the Nevada desert, who later turned out to be the eccentric megamillionaire...
...there in the years from 1950 to 1954. His interest was music, and he frequented the concert halls. Her interest was art, and she spent her evenings in The Club in Greenwich Village and other haunts of the then avant-garde New York School of painting. At the nearby Cedar Bar, Jackson Pollock caroused, Robert Motherwell discoursed, Willem de Kooning waxed disputatious. Her hair was blond, her figure svelte, her age happily indeterminate (actually mid-30s) and her artistic commitment impeccable. She was on their wave length. Franz Kline, who was perfecting a slashing, black-and-white action painting style...