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Word: drank (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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...drank some more vodka and the feeling passed. I wandered to the disco tent where I recall dancing to something called "I Wanna be Bill Cosby." Then I dragged myself back to the Science Center, where there was huge line of of men and women waiting to go to the men's room...

Author: By Cyrus M. Sanai, | Title: Dazed and Confused | 10/14/1986 | See Source »

...retired builder and son of a Rumanian immigrant turned nostalgic. "Never in a million years when I was pumping gas in the Bronx terminal market did I think my grandson would attend Harvard," he told me. My mother's father, an immigrant from Warsaw and a shopkeeper, wept and drank to my health...

Author: By Jonathan M. Moses, | Title: Immigrants' View of Harvard | 7/3/1986 | See Source »

...reminisced: "I hate to say it, but war is fun." High times? Eugene Sherman was 19 and en route to a guerrilla base 100 miles from Canton when Yale-trained Psychologist William Morgan, an OSS major, intercepted him. Sherman remembers that the two repaired to a restaurant and drank much too much at a party that ended when Morgan drew his pistol and shot out the lights. Rough times? Guy Martin, 75, who served in Ceylon, Burma and China, shook his head as he inspected a display of modern equipment like infrared binoculars. Said Martin: "We had parachutes and rifles...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Honoring the Loyalists | 6/9/1986 | See Source »

...sheepmen gathered at dusk outside the meeting hall in Mertzon, Texas. They wore cowboy hats (each hat distinctive, matching the weathered face) and belt buckles the size of a Roman's shield. They stood in dusty boots on the scrubby grass and drank strong black coffee out of plastic cups as the night came on. The ranchers bantered in the sidelong West Texas way, good-humored insult frisking and woofing just at the edges of the talk, like a sheepdog nipping at the fleecier pleasantries. But shadows moved across the landscape...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Tale of Two States | 5/26/1986 | See Source »

LAST NIGHT, I went to a friend's house in Newton, Massachusetts and drank beer and ate lasagne and watched the Miss America Beauty Pageant and the third game of the Stanley Cup finals...

Author: By Daniel Vilmure, | Title: One Fine Night in Newton | 5/23/1986 | See Source »

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