Word: depots
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Nellie Haddock seemed to pick up the theme in her 1883 oration, "The Perils of Luxury." A niece of Nellie's was at the 100th commencement last week. Ruth Haddock, 90, drove her 1963 Dodge from her home on the south side of town near the depot up to the new school auditorium on the north side of Greenfield. She took in all the proceedings, declared them worthy of her Aunt Nellie, pointed out that there was still peril in luxury and drove back home again beneath scowling thunderheads that were bridged by a double rainbow...
...crash, I climbed off the bus, dazed and dirty from a three-day ride from Boston. The place looked equally like Dallas and Texarkana to an outsider-wide, flat roads and a dingy Trailways station; except the four cheery Oranges. Arnie and his kids, were standing outside the depot, peering anxiously at the tinted bus window. I hauled myself up from my cramped position in the back seat, marched out of the bus, and managed to knock the breath out of Arnie, Dave...
...turned into a genuine Texas belle, with blue gook on her eves and Sun-In on her hair. At 15, she practically lived in one of the family cars-the big, gleaming '57 Chevy, which awaited us at the bus depot. Arnie hopped into the driver's seat and started the engine as Liz babbled about giant Texas scorpions which apparently awaited me in the bathtub. Between the bus station and the Oranges' house in North Austin lay six miles of dry Texas land, minus the cacti and split by the freeway. The road had six lanes heavily populated with...
...fail for lack of trying. In vast stretches of virtually unpopulated jungle, he built a string of airstrips, thousands of miles of roads traveled by hundreds of cars and trucks, a private railway to haul freight, a deep-water port, a hospital, a school and a giant service depot stocked with spare parts and equipment. Jari's capital, Monte Dourado (pop. 35,000), is a sprawling community of neat bungalows, town houses and apartments...
...except that their hopes of resettlement are justifiably higher. But in temperament the Vietnamese children seem quite different from the Khmer. Generally they are wilder and more independent, either because of their greater freedom in the camps or because of something characteristic. Argyle 4 used to be a storage depot for Hong Kong's armed forces. Now it looks like a teen-age canteen, the kids loitering under the fluorescent lights like teen-agers in any poor city neighborhood, their self-possession equally dopey and sinister...