Word: chowed
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...been there since 1966, who evinced any enthusiasm for what he was doing. He looked like a soldier on leave in a June Allyson Korean War movie-crew cut, perfectly pressed uniform, shiny black shoes, braid on his shoulders and ribbons on his chest. He said things like "Chow will be at 1:00 sharp, men," and "When you receive your orders, proceed to your assignment, on the double." He was an anachronism, even there...
Sonny (William) Brown is a jailbird, too, but he is not bound for chow. He is going to the gym to cut an album. Though Sonny has been in prison for all but 42 months of the past 20 years, he is, at age 42, at the peak of a spectacular musical career. Master of the piano, flute, bass, guitar and sax, he also composes, arranges and conducts. Lately he has led his band in three separate dates at Los Angeles' Ambassador Hotel. He and his band recently toured the state to rave reviews and tearful standing ovations...
...thoroughfare is alive virtually round the clock. Some moviehouses close their doors only four hours out of 24. Many of the sidewalk food stands never shut up shop, and the blocks on either side of Times Square offer a pungent cosmopolitan tour of cheap cookery-hot dogs, pizzas, pastrami, chow mein, hamburgers, tacos. Garish neon lights stare down on cameras, transistor radios and the other gadgetry that will soon be bought by gullible visitors or grace the lockers of soldiers and sailors who have been on leave in New York. Record stores blare their wares onto the street while teen...
...19th century image of the Pioneer Woman (as Pollock took that of the Roaring Boy) and, against all odds, made it work. Wrinkled and spry, fiercely committed to work and solitude, she lives isolated on her New Mexico ranch with two servants and a pair of eleven-year-old chow dogs for company ("They bite very well; I've seen quite a few visitors I didn't want go off with blood sloshing out of their shoes")-a paradigm of the frontier experience which Thoreau tried with less success to live at Walden...
...then dread. Of two things. Merilee clambered over Sam and searched for the beach below. No Girl, no Alfred. "Hey keeds!" she bellowed, waking the canary to ruffle and gurgle once in its throat. "Sorry. Birdie," she whispered. "Chow down, keeds!" But no Girl and no Alfred appeared...