Word: freights
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...danger of going down in history as a farm team for Hollywood, Hill and Weingrad have righted that misconception. S.N.L. was bodacious and irreverent, brazen enough to make everything else on the networks seem irrelevant. If Michaels' current edition of S.N.L. seems to be struggling hard with some heavy freight, Saturday Night shows what is inside the load: memories of breakaway comedy from real glory days. The book is better than reruns. It is also a reminder--timely, but perhaps unwelcome for an old show trying to find new footing--that S.N.L. has made a little television history, and left...
...Lesotho people greeted the news with undisguised glee. Crowds jammed the main street of Maseru to cheer the soldiers. Outside the city, celebrators joyously tore down a highway sign bearing Jonathan's name. The news was just as warmly received in South Africa, which allowed three freight trains carrying vital food and gasoline to pass into Lesotho for the first time in three weeks...
...million yearly to the Miyake offices in Tokyo. Stateside his clothes are available in 15 specialty and department stores, including Bergdorf Goodman and Neiman-Marcus, and in many of the more adventurous boutiques. Manageably pricey in Japan, where most of them are made, the clothes get pretty dear after freight charges, duties and store markups are added for sale in other parts of the world (a fall coat, for example, made of wool and nylon mesh costs $955). Two pieces of advice in passing, then, to the intrepid and well-heeled consumer taking a maiden voyage into Miyake: the clothes...
...hunting--"wanted to go so bad I couldn't stand it" was the way he put it--but there was something disrespectful about hunting on Sunday so he made himself wait until after midnight. At 3 a.m. Sizemore and Old Red were on a train trestle when a southbound freight roared onto the bridge...
Insofar as he settles anywhere on earth, Korean-born Video Artist Nam June Paik, 53, lives in Manhattan. More specifically, he inhabits the top of a converted warehouse with a rusting cast-iron facade in SoHo. Entree to Paik's aerie comes via a freight elevator, with the host himself hauling on the chain pulley that drags the motor into grumbling life. As the aging contraption shakes and shudders toward the fifth floor, Paik says in heavily accented English, "After this, everything anticlimax...