Word: friends
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...baldness issue," as he called it, continued to plague my friend in college. Finally, he got fed up and found a solution. "It's not a toupe," he assured me in a long-distance call during our sophomore year. "It's a weave of real human hair chosen to match mine exactly." The piece was somehow connected to his own remaining hair and could be worn at all times. It cost him more than $1,000. But a few months and an EST training session later, he cut it off. His baldness was "okay" with him now, he told...
...happy ending, I thought. But just as my friend resolved "the baldness issue," I began to find strands of hair deposited on my pillow each morning. "The tooth fairy gone amok?" I puzzled. But no. There was no such thing as the tooth fairy. My parents had always performed her function, and they had never left hair...
...while sitting in my room with a friend and kidding him about some minor thing or another, he rejoined with a line so cutting that I feared I would lose hair just from hearing it. "At least I'm not going bald," he declared. My body convulsed...
...past? You're the one who gets Steven Spielberg to summon up every special effect in the book to turn your youth into another Pop Pipe Dream. Swinging from chandeliers? You look more like the debating team type to me, but I guess that's not enough for our friend Spielberg. But there's no mystery in YOUNG SHERLOCK HOLMES (Sack Charles) because we've seen it all before. Here we have Goonies with a British accent: into every life, a lot of magic must shine. But there's none of the poignancy of Spielberg's earlier E.T. or Close...
...exchanged remarks, and then my friend and I decided to leave. All of a sudden, he came after us with a tree branch," Mawhinney said. "We ran different ways to Canaday, and by the time I got there, he was banging on the door of the entryway with his branch, screaming at my friend...