Word: dogs
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Andrea Dabrowski, the only journalist on the mission, "the ravaged area looks like a surrealistic patchwork, with a few brick and adobe houses still standing defiantly erect alongside the skeletons of completely scorched buildings. Down on the deserted streets, a choking gray dust now covers everything. A stray dog searches for its owner and snaps at anyone who tries to peer through what was once a window. The destruction seems haphazard. A completely undamaged kitchen with a green refrigerator opens into the hulk of a demolished bedroom. Fragments of lives are scattered everywhere, here a flowered water jug, there...
...loyalty by offering some of the personal touches that most big-city institutions have left behind. In the summer and fall, M & T stages daily concerts and fashion shows in a downtown plaza across from its main office. One M & T teller at a drive-up window hands out dog biscuits to customers with pets in their cars. The bank tries to make elderly customers feel at home by serving coffee and doughnuts and providing low-cost checking accounts with reassuring names like Worry Free...
That was the church-going, dog-loving country squire facade that John Cheever loved to present. The complex and difficult man Susan Cheever unravels in Home Before Dark is of a different breed altogether...
...eccentricity behind her vencer of conventionalism. She studies literature, but the literature of children's rhymes: she does not degrade herself with snide retorts to her academic detractors, but she imagines them torturously consumed by progressive pneumonia: she lives alone without visible regret, but she imagines a dirty dog Fido, or Self-Pity, as her constant companion. And now Vinnie, ahem, Professor Vinnie Miner, who wouldn't even lower herself to see the musical Oklahoma, finds herself making love to a hoky sanitation engineer from Fulsa...
...ONCE the antidote to post-Christmas exams, the only friend more reliable than the family dog: the fourteen magical days that made all that procrastination possible, Reading Period. And now, it becomes painfully clear, there will be only eleven. During no other now-missing three days will more Tolstoy not be read, more papers not get written, more drawn-out two hour lunches never take place. It may not be dying yet, but Reading Period is becoming only a shadow of its former frenzied self...