Word: fats
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...kidnapers' letter, puzzled West Germans learned that the number referred to a specific demand of the terrorists. Item No. 5 was that the government publish the letter, which concluded with a cool insult: "We are assuming that Schmidt will make every effort to clarify his relationship with this fat magnate of the cream of national industry...
...just thinkin', yeah, we'll play it cozy for a little bit, let Yale and Brown get a little fat around the temples, but when the time comes, why Joe, he'll be ready for 'em. You just wait...
...softball field across from the South Lawn, the feisty White House shortstop argued noisily with the Washington Press Club runner after they collided. "I thought you were second base," the runner insisted. Fat chance. Second base is one of the few positions that Midge Costanza, presidential assistant and after-hours shortstop, does not play. Of the seven senior staff members at the White House, she serves as Carter's sole woman, Northerner, liberal activist and ethnic (if "ethnic" is defined as one with strong ties to a family homeland). She is an all-purpose outsider on an otherwise...
...anticipation of adventure, as the balloonists spread their deflated vehicles on the dewy ground. My hosts are Douglas Economy, 16, one of the youngest pilots licensed by the FAA, his father, and their instructor, Bill Lewis. They aim a battery-powered fan into the limp mouth of their balloon, Fat Albert, breathing life into the sagging nylon skin. Then Lewis ignites the propane burner. With a roar, hot air fills the billowing mushroom, which swells with dignity to its magnificent seven-story height...
Dougie and I climb aboard Fat Albert's gondola, Dougie fires the burners again, and our craft ascends into the New Jersey mist. In the distance, other balloons move like baubles on a mobile, rising and dipping in the breeze. There is solitude in the air. Except for the occasional fire of the burners, the rest is silence. The land shrinks to lilliputian dimensions; horses run from this spectacle in the sky, and people on their porches, retrieving their Sunday papers, look up and wave. There is no sensation of movement-our balloon is moving with the wind...