Word: chianti
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Fernando Sacconi scavenged demolition sites in Italy last summer and salvaged planking from 400-year-old houses. To duplicate the seasoned willow that Stradivari used for braces, one U.S. luthier uses polo balls and broken cricket bats from England, or Lombardy poplar from the crates in which bottles of Chianti are shipped from Italy...
...their tributaries. In the mountain resort of Alleghe, a hotel employee reported that the nearby lake was overflowing its banks, pushing whole forests down the sides of the mountain. In the Trentino region near Austria, 30,000 persons were left homeless. The torrent uprooted vineyards in Chianti-producing Tuscany and massacred livestock in a region that produces most of Italy's meat. In Venice, it heavily damaged some 7,000 shops, though canal-traveling Venetians were better able to ride out the crisis than the Florentines...
...blue eyes," "iron hands," and he has survived "countless brushes with death." Actually, in his only major accident so far, in 1958, he got off with a badly broken nose. The real Eugenio Monti is a short, slight, 38-year-old Italian who prefers Coca-Cola to Chianti, goes to bed at 9, earns his living as a ski-lift operator, and hasn't any idea how he happens to be the world's best bobsledder. "I cannot explain it," he says. "I can only...
...Europe, 1964 promises to go down as a rare vintage year for movie actresses. The new Sylvas, Sophies and Sentas not only have body; they show as well the promise of potential fame. Individually, they are as dissimilar as Chianti, Burgundy and Liebfraumilch. What they have in common is training, intelligence and talent. They...
...Roman. He weeps a lot, likes to fiddle with flower arrangements, takes barbiturates, has a penchant for sharing his quarters with other delicate young men. Occasionally he reproaches himself in lush metaphor. "You talk like a gelded pedagogue who has never felt the blood of manhood throbbing like red Chianti in his veins...