Word: fatted
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...wish to be a WASP, to let the Jewishness drain out of him and get a life-supporting transfusion of blue blood. Buddy, just out of high school, works in a summer resort, tries running a roulette game on the sly, is hoodwinked into smuggling heroin for a fat-fingered hood, concocts on his own all sorts of wild-eyed quick-money schemes. The revenue from these assorted enterprises goes partly to help his brother through medical school and into the country club, and largely to buy himself a huge slice of lakeside real estate in the country...
...found in nearly every edible product in the supermarket. A 1973 market-basket sampling by the Food and Drug Administration shows 96% of meat, fish and poultry was contaminated, and tests by the EPA have found that 99.5% of the population have some dieldrin in their body fat with an average residue level of 0.3 parts per mil lion. Levels build up faster among infants, because the chemical is concentrated in milk...
...Shrinking stockpiles will put pressure on the coal-mine owners, with whom Miller will begin the year's most important contract bargaining by the end of this month. Miller, who ousted the disgraced Tony Boyle in an election in 1972, has never negotiated a contract, and needs a fat pact to solidify his position. Among his desired concessions: a "substantial" wage hike, sick pay and a cost-of-living escalator clause, a pension raise and stricter safety regulations...
...another woman, drags Sandy to a group-grope therapy session. It is not her thing, though in her own graceful way she learns to take risks with strangers. Riding a bus to Atlantic City during a brief stand-down from her deathwatch, she holds the hand of a grossly fat woman who has spilled out her troubles. She suspends the usual fear and suspicion when a middle-aged man keeps intercepting her in the hospital parking lot to make pathetic and harmless advances...
...carried that bag good this week, I won it all for him," Killer kept saying as the rain poured down still harder, and Victor blithered on in pigeon English, and the fat old schlock-slingers drooled over the very schlock-up-able fact that he was going to give all his prize money (minus a cool $3000 for Killer) to his sixty-year-old grandmother in Chicago. Then two of the schlock-slingers brightened up to who Killer was, and started pumping him with questions. Finally, they got around to asking him his name...