Word: doored
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...audience of millions; in Norwalk, Conn. An unabashed old pro who could write a chapter a day, Baldwin usually combined the surefire elements of romantic love and great wealth in scores of novels (Office Wife, Private Duty, Manhattan Nights) and countless magazine stories that always stopped at the bedroom door. She seldom wrote about her own life, which took a bittersweet turn when she was reunited with her husband. Gas Company Executive Hugh Cuthrell, in 1953 after 25 years of separation, only to have him die two months later...
...ballads?' " Robin remembers. "That was all they wanted." The boys were also suffering from the aftershocks of sudden success. They drank to excess, indulged in lots of speed, lived crazy and spent big. "There was a time," recalls Barry, "when I could walk out the front door and every car to the end of the street was mine, from the white Rolls at the front door to the Alpha at the corner." Maurice, who had five Rolls-Royces and six Aston Martins, practiced his own kind of inventory control by periodically pickling himself and trashing one of the cars...
Freshman southpaw Jim Keyte hurled a no-hitter through the first five innings, but after he yielded a single to lead off the sixth, Timmy Clifford came in to shut the door on the Larries for the final two frames...
...Washington's worst-kept secrets is that Richard Strout leads a double life. Most days, Strout is a reporter for the Christian Science Monitor, spinning out four or five articles a week for that Boston-based daily. Every Tuesday, however, he shuts his office door, sits down at his rolltop desk and becomes the pseudonymous TRB, author of the syndicated (50 newspapers) New Republic column that many colleagues call the liveliest, best-researched, most passionately liberal political commentary in town...
Here we have George Jefferson: entrepreneur, black bigot, a splenetic little whip of a man who bullies like a demented overseer, seldom speaks below a shriek and worships at the church of ostentation. Would you like to live next door to The Jeffersons? Or consider the character J.J. on TV's Good Times: a bug-eyed young comic of the ghetto with spasms of supercool blowing through his nervous system, a kind of ElectraGlide strut. "Dy-no-mite!" goes J.J., to convulse the audience in the way that something like "Feets, do your stuff!" got to them three decades...