Word: darkeness
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...school sweetheart, live quietly with their three children (Greg, 15, Lance, 12, Bari, 7) in Encino. Their five-bedroom house, which might sell for $3 million, was once occupied by Clark Gable and Carole Lombard. It is a suburban idyll trimmed by red and white Impatiens, finished inside with dark oak paneling and filled with photographs of the children...
...word of mouth prompted a strong demand, particularly among women. Some of their capsule comments: "smoother," "very refreshing," "no beer aftertaste." The nation's other big brewers have adopted a wait-and-see attitude about dry beer, mindful that sales of Michelob's other brews (regular, light and dark) have recently fallen off. Ultimately, the fate of the new dries depends on the taste buds of the nation's 129 million beer drinkers, who can be both fickle and brand loyal all at once...
...DARK. A mother's nightmare -- the loss of her baby -- is compounded when she is wrongly convicted of murdering the infant. Meryl Streep is awesomely austere as the second victim in this tough-minded drama, based on a 1980 case in Australia...
This upswing in Cheever's respectability accelerated after his death in 1982. Two books about him have since appeared: a memoir by his daughter Susan, Home Before Dark (1984), and Scott Donaldson's John Cheever: A Biography, published earlier this year. More collections are on the way. After legal wranglings, a compromise between the Cheever estate and a Midwestern publisher has been reached: a selection of the author's uncollected stories will appear next spring. And Cheever's private journals will surely be made public soon. All of this activity prompts a question. If Cheever's early obscurity was unjustified...
...presidential limousine rested at Parkland Hospital. A grim young man was washing away the blood and flesh that had splattered the leather upholstery. The sight was shattering. The red roses given to Jackie were still in the car -- crushed, broken. The young man in his neat dark suit, sleeves pushed up, swabbed the seats. They glistened in their miserable wetness. Beside the car was a bucket with brownish red water. If any doubt remained about this calamity, it was swept away in one glance at that bucket. So simple, so hideous...