Word: clapboarded
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...Texas National Guardsmen and Michigan cops on a search-and-evacuate mission through postbellum homes gussied up by modern-day gentrifiers. "Police! Police! Open up," one officer yelled as another stood nervously in the street, holding his gun at the ready. They busted in the door on several clapboard homes after smelling something foul, fearing that bodies were inside. "One lady told us to go to hell," says Staff Sergeant Vincent Rodney of the Oklahoma National Guard, "but they're all gonna have to leave...
...People's board of directors even feared that the company's acquisition of Frontier in October might be "a bridge too far for him" in terms of work load. Indeed, Burr often rises as early as 5:30 a.m. and begins work in the study of his white clapboard home in Bernardsville, N.J. There he toils all day Mondays, usually wearing a flannel shirt, baggy jeans and deck shoes. During the rest of the week he dons a business suit and drives 40 minutes to the airport in his metallic-gray...
...even the Kennedys could produce spring on demand, however, and the wedding day dawned damp and cool. But at the white clapboard St. Francis Xavier's Roman Catholic Church, as the jubilant bride arrived in a muslin silk and lace Marc Bohan gown, she had a sunny smile for crowds that had been gathering since before 9 a.m. Helping the bride with her 11-ft. train were her ten attendants, including her cousin Caroline Kennedy as maid of honor. Schwarzenegger had arrived the day before from Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, where he had been shooting his latest film...
Though the play’s acting is decent, the staging is rough around the edges at best. Some of the set looked quite professionally detailed—the clapboard houses of the town were slightly stylized; however, other elements, from a rather childish looking tree to an unevenly-circular full moon, seemed downright shabby...
...unloads fuel after the ice breaks up, and when the weather is good, battered bush planes ferry in DVDs and cartons of Cheetos from the Sam's Club in Fairbanks. Visually, this village is nothing like the romantic images of Eskimos in igloos from old National Geographic magazines. Weathered clapboard houses, surrounded by rusty engine parts, sit helter-skelter along muddy paths. Indoor plumbing is rare, and drinking water collects in plastic buckets under rain gutters. Empty Coke cans and cigarette packets litter the streets. In the ramshackle town hall, a sign reads, CITY OF SHISHMAREF BINGO WILL...