Word: furred
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Through the fogged window of the Moscow-Tambov express, the early-morning sky seemed so gray and thick that the horizon blended imperceptibly into fields of snow. Children on their way to school dawdled by a railway crossing, the flaps of their fur hats sticking out like ungainly wings. A settlement of wooden farmhouses with carved filigree windows swept by, seemingly unchanged in centuries."So, you're really going to Tambov," said a Moscow friend, surprised that I would be traveling to such a provincial and undeveloped place. "There's a Russian saying: the Tambov wolf is your comrade...
...just got rid of your third husband!" Dashing through mounds of hats decorated with rhinestone Eiffel Towers, past racks of pink minks, turquoise ostrich feathers, Mexican blankets and red sequined gowns, he fusses with a model's hair. He directs a seamstress to stitch a new lining in a fur cape. Three minutes before showtime, Kelly joins hands with everyone for a revival-style prayer: "Thank God for making us be together," he says. "You make me so happy." The group bursts into cheers of "Yay! Yay!" and the music flicks on to the opening song, Real Love...
...Dayton Searles heard the pitch, he figured he couldn't lose. A telephone salesman representing a Las Vegas firm called Vita Life told Searles that he had won a valuable prize. The St. Paul retiree would receive a new car, a two-week vacation in Hawaii, an imported French fur coat, a combination television-VCR, or $3,000 in cash. To qualify, all he had to do was buy some vitamins. Without a moment's hesitation, Searles agreed to order an eight- month supply for $395. But when his prize of a fur coat arrived 3 1/2 months later, Searles...
...line of defense against both the judgment of others and her enveloping Jewish family, which cannot understand why a nice girl like Wendy is not married with children at 38. Even her closest friends sometimes find her hard to take entirely seriously. "With that stupid little voice and ratty fur coat," laughs fellow playwright William Finn, "you initially think this lady's a loon, a modern- day Dorothy Parker...
There you are in a cow suit. A hot, silly-looking cow suit with splotchy fur and an over-sized head. You can't see very well and have to be led around the building by someone calling out, "Kiss the cow! Kiss the cow!" Students had to kiss your nose in order to get a Hershey's chocolate kiss...