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...owners with a tinge of paranoia. Property values are at stake, after all, not to mention the territorial imperative. Will the newcomers possess large marauding dogs or, worse, teen-age children? Will they fill up their front yard with rusting automobiles, set up a permanent garage sale in their driveway, sell cosmetics or encyclopedias door to door, deal hard drugs, paint their house pink, fire pistols randomly at passing cars and pedestrians . . . ? Such fears usually remain unrealized, but they still retain the power to induce night sweats, anxiety attacks during the hour of the wolf. Having horrid neighbors seems...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: A House Is Not a Home | 4/7/1980 | See Source »

...assistant's day off; she usually walks with me. As I hurried past the University Museum, I was ordering my workday in my mind. I crossed the street and started past the Science Center toward the Yard. This guy in a white car pulled out of the driveway and stopped in front of me; his window was open. He asked me how I was doing. I said fine. I was sure he was a creep by the sugary tone of voice he was using. I started turning off the sidewalk to go around the front...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: 'Friendly' Harassment | 4/1/1980 | See Source »

...That was in 1943," I reminded him, as I parked the truck in my driveway...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Illinois: Imaginary Musings | 3/24/1980 | See Source »

...rang out. While Housekeeper-Cook Suzanne van der Vreken phoned the police, her husband raced upstairs. He found Tarnower, clad in beige pajamas, lying between twin beds and dying from four bullet wounds. Van der Vreken rushed to the window and glimpsed a blue 1973 Chrysler sedan in the driveway...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: Death of the Diet Doctor | 3/24/1980 | See Source »

...course, is the great deflowerer of youth, and Mowat begins his story on a familiar note of innocence: "On the second day of September, 1939, I was painting the porch of our clapboard house in the rural Ontario town of Richmond Hill when my father pulled into the driveway at the helm of his red convertible . . . 'Farley, my lad, there's bloody big news...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Arms and the Young Man | 2/18/1980 | See Source »

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