Word: cigar
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Suddenly the proprietor noticed a strange glow over a nearby freeway. Rushing outside, the men saw a large, metallic, cigar-shaped object between 300 feet and 500 feet in the air. "It had a huge, white light on the top," says Officer Jim Overton. "Down at the bottom it had a smaller, not so bright light. Around the center of this object was a band, either paint or a different kind of metal. It suddenly began to move with the most terrific burst of speed I've ever seen...
...Utah's non-Mormons, the News is still unrealistically rigid. "If those fellows would just sit back, have a drink and light up a big black cigar," says a top state Democrat, "maybe they'd be closer to human." To the editors of the News, that sort of statement just proves their point about the low state of morals in America...
...cigar clenched between my teeth, my derby tilted back, knees crossed, and my back arched at a sharp angle against the back of the chair. I'd cuss at the keyboard and then caress it with endearing words; a pianist who growls, hums, and talks to the piano is a guy who is trying hard to create something for himself...
...Baby and Sweet Georgia Brown, he unleashed his juggernaut left hand to stride and stomp around the lower half of the keyboard while his right hand danced up high in finger-blurring filigrees or punched out syncopated chords. A resplendent showman in his red vest, derby and cigar (which he occasionally chomps in half during the heat of creation, especially when singing), he continues to strike inventive sparks off the keys. "All the time you got to come up with fresh ideas and play the old pieces different," he says. Creativity is part of his formula for longevity, along with...
...Vegas. 4:30 a.m. Muzak oozing. Dice clacking. Slot machines whirring. No clocks. No windows. No chairs -except at the green felt tables. Ray the Shark, middleaged, middle class, Middle West, peeks at cards, puffs cigar, rubs lucky shirt, peeks again and draws another card. Blackjack! Adrenaline pumping, grinning beatificially, he multiplies his bets-and loses. Wife appears, her palms covered with grey metallic sheen from feeding coins to slot machines. "Quick," he whispers, "I'm hot. Give me the money I told you not to give...