Word: galley
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...argument there. Besides the lavish ego strokes that luxury vessels bestow, today's yachts satisfy almost every whim imaginable. The sun deck cradles a hot tub that can accommodate eight people, while commodious staterooms boast VCRs and private baths with Jacuzzis. Instead of a grungy galley, the superyacht has a gleaming kitchen replete with microwaves, commercial-size freezers and stoves, and trash compactors. The bionic boats pack every aquatic toy: water skis, snorkling gear, diving equipment, Jet Skis and sailboards. To help while away foul weather, a free-flowing bar is at the ready, and libraries are stocked with videotapes...
...reform eliminated interest deductions on most forms of consumer credit except for loans on first and second homes, but the lawmakers left a large loophole for wealthy seafarers. Yacht owners can still treat their floating pleasure palaces as second homes if they contain a head and a galley (toilet and kitchen, to landlubbers) and sleeping facilities. Skippers can deduct the interest on loans used to buy their craft or obtain a yacht-equity credit line to cover the purchase of, say, a Rolls-Royce. "Aristotle Onassis would have loved this," fumes Republican Senator John Danforth of Missouri, a member...
...part, Janis had stood her watches and shouldered half the load. She had performed wizardry in the galley with 200 eggs -- souffles, quiche, omelettes, desserts. She knew they would run out of meat and would have to turn to eggs somewhere on the crossing, and the trick was to keep the eggs from rotting. First, she learned, turn the eggs once a week (it takes one week for the yolk to drop to the bottom, touching the shell and commencing to rot). Second, coat them with vaseline (to clog the porous shell and keep moisture and oxygen away from...
...resting in the posh basement office retained for the highly influential post of Ibis of the Harvard Lampoon, still cursing myself for failing to massage the buttocks of enough people to guarantee my presidency of the humor magazine, I was disturbed by the incessant noise of our galley-slave dragging his lead ball and chains ever closer to my door...
Professional Salvor Barry Clifford, 41, is running Fisher a close second in treasure hunting. Some 30 ft. down and only 1,200 ft. out from the sunbathers on Cape Cod's Marconi Beach, Clifford is salvaging booty from the Whydah, a 100-ft.-long pirate galley that foundered on a sandbank in 1717. "Everyone grew up knowing the story," recalls Clifford, who first heard the tale of sunken treasure from his crusty, Cape Cod-born uncle. "She was part of our lore...