Word: corkscrewed
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...producer's 19th century mansion - houses three bottles, while, underneath, the cabinet's five drawers cradle a further 15 vintages, from the fresh 1961 to the powerful and complex 1995. The cabinets even have secret compartments: hidden beneath the steps to the model mansion is a space for your corkscrew...
...first sign of change comes when I board the Royal Jordanian Airlines flight from Amman. It's an Airbus A320, and that is good news. It means the flight will not end with the heart-stopping corkscrew landing that characterized all my previous arrivals in smaller, more nimble aircraft. If Royal Jordanian is willing to use a large jetliner, it can only mean that the likelihood of a missile attack has greatly diminished...
...A320 is a big plane - 130 passengers - too big to execute the infamous "Baghdad welcome," that heart-stopping corkscrew dive that characterized all my previous landings. The maneuver was designed to evade any terrorist attack by surface-to-air missiles, and executed to petrifying perfection by former South African air force pilots flying smaller, more nimble Fokker F-28 aircraft. Now Royal Jordanian Airways is willing to risk using the larger, more cumbersome (and more expensive) A320, it can only mean that the likelihood of a SAM attack has greatly diminished. Reassured, I actually sleep through most...
High over Baghdad the plane readies for a tactical, corkscrew landing and I can see the glowing grids of the U.S. detention center on the far side of the airport below. From around 5,000 feet in the air, just past dusk, it is one of the brightest structures anywhere in sight. We land, taxi, deplane and spill out into the darkness. The highway at night is empty, wide and pitch-black. After nearly five years it is still unsecured, still dubbed the "highway of death." In some cases checkpoints are every couple of hundred yards. Wide boulevards where children...
...friendly fellow Adams House resident showed up at the door, promising better lighting. Getting up at 10 a.m. in January allows for little more than six hours of sunlight a day. How could I resist? Off went my old light bulbs, in came the new—strange, corkscrew-shaped compact fluorescent lights. Under the guise of warmer lighting, I had taken my first, unknowing step towards ending global warming. Like that, an insidious green monster snuck into our unguarded two-room triple on Bow Street. My bedroom became a front in the environmental war.This fall, the green monster made...