Word: flashing
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...American women, wearing shorts or double-knit slacks. Their hair is bouffant or stiffly curled. Diane points out the Loews Palace cinema "where Elvis was fired from his first job for fighting another usher over the girl who sold popcorn." There are "ooohs" and "aaahs" mixed with the click-flash-buzz of Polaroids and Instamatics. The bus makes twelve more stops in the hour and a half before reaching Graceland, and all of them have a poignant meaning for the fans. They see the boarded-up men's shop on Beale Street where Elvis bought his first sequined suit...
...food, he was then led back by a researcher (who did not know the container's contents). The other chimp quickly eyed the sealed container but had no idea what was in it either. The returning chimp would then press the appropriate button on the console, which would flash the lexigram for the food on the screen. If the other chimp understood and identified what he saw by also pressing the correct button, both chimps would be rewarded with the food. In one series of trials, Sherman and Austin got the message (and the snack) across to each other...
...flash, the fish reversed directions. To our amazement, he was coming straight at our stern. Now he was faintly visible in our lights-400 lbs. of fury, rapier bill pointed dead at us, slapping the water to a froth. Peacock and I crouched at the gunwale with gaffs, ready to do battle...
...medallion form the Taxi Commission, it's a gypsie cab. A hundred newspaper headlines fire the peculiar sort of panic that only the truly paranoid feel. The visions of being driven to some out-of-the-way alley, held up and perhaps shot by this mysterious driver, flash by in an instant. You clutch your wallet, tell him no thanks, you'll wait for the bus, and watch him smile the rueful smile of an honest man. The drunks coming out of the bar snicker at your blind fear, and nod at the cabbie, who walks away shaking his head...
...FACE was perfect: the manic popeyes gleaming out from the chubby idiot-mask, the lunatic grin flashing defiance at the hundreds of policemen who had spent over a year pursuing him. It was a knowing grin. David R. Berkowitz, popularly known as the Son of Sam, was--as the New York Post's predictably tasteless blood-red headline proclaimed--Caught!, but he hardly looked like a man who was ready to pay for his sins. Berkowitz seemed instead to realize that he was about to become the biggest media sensation of a hot and stickily depressing summer--John Travolta with...