Word: eighteens
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...things. One, how far would we roll if a crash occurred. And two, how fast we were going, which would explain the number one. I counted telephone poles. We passed two poles in two seconds. Poles about fifty yards apart. A hundred yards in two seconds. Let's see, eighteen times a hundred yards is a mile. A mile in thirty-six or so seconds. That's that's over a hundred miles an hour! Mississippi one, Misssssippi two. Two telephone poles! How far apart? Over the distance from home to second in a major-league park. I got calm...
...Eighteen History seniors failed their written generals last spring and six of them did not pass the subsequent oral test. The six students were not given degrees at the 1973 commencement, but five of them passed their make-up general examinations last fall...
...pretty heavy types and read your prose or poetry. But you can see what it does to an individual's self-confidence to have the experience, and you can watch them grow." Some of his favorite writers have not yet been published professionally. Gary Taylor, who just finished eighteen months for drug addiction, used his time working on a novel. Dellinger says of Margaret Martinez, a prolific young Chicano who is in for three years for smuggling dope: "She has the potential to do for the barrio what James Baldwin did for ghetto life." Liddy has not been published...
...American Terrier goalie Ed Walsh has earned a 2.77 goals-against average in eighteen games. Captain Walsh and the backup goalie, Jim Robillard, are the only seniors on the squad...
...next season, as Mike began his comeback, we struck up a friendship and became drinking partners. Eighteen-year-old drinking hadn't yet become legal in Maine, and drinking partnership was a serious affair. During the winter, we would cruise the back roads of Kennebunk, quaffing Colt .45, the completely unique experience. With Mike, it was. Mike took his drinking seriously, but had a morbid funny bone when it came to close calls. One winter night, after upsetting a 16 oz. Colt in my lap by skidding around a corner and ramming a snowbank, Mike looked over and grinned...