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Getting out from behind the restrictive pulpit was even better than losing a watch, to Jesse's and the crowd's thinking, so he used the fight as an excuse to glide to the right side of the stage, his wingtips over the edge and his volume equal to the task of overriding the debate on the opposite...
...Inman-Ebel's view, people who talk like folks put stress in the wrong place (cre-ate for cre-ate), mispronounce vowels (rine for rain), draw monosyllables out into diphthongs (hay-ul for hell), and let their pitch glide, usually upward, as in "Y'all come back now, ya hear?" Some of them talk so slowly "you want to get inside and move the tongue yourself to get it over with." It does not add up to standard American speech...
...regular transatlantic run from New York City to Southampton, England. Instead of connecting distant cities, many ships now embark from home ports nearer to the scenic waters in which they will cruise. Today the world's most crowded port for cruise liners is Miami, where 24 major ships glide in and out of the harbor as they pick up passengers for excursions in the busy Caribbean and points beyond. Other booming ports are Los Angeles, where ships embark for the Mexican Riviera, and Vancouver, B.C., a departure point for Alaskan summer cruises...
Phobos will glide between 98 and 260 ft. above the moon's surface -- "something similar to a cruise missile," quips Sagdeyev -- and drop an instrument-bearing minilander to record data on the moon's soil. One experiment involves a laser that will emit short bursts of energy, each vaporizing a square millimeter of surface into a cloud that can be analyzed by the probe's spectrometer. "You can pick up such exploded material from many different places," says Sagdeyev. "In the end you have a chemical map of the surface of Phobos -- if you are lucky...
...along Depot Street in Greenfield, Iowa (pop. 1,800 and dwindling), rusty screen doors would slam, assorted mongrels would bark melancholy farewells, bicycle chains would strain and rattle. The great morning migration was under way. Jack and Richard would roll out on the level street, and maybe Gilbert would glide over from the next block with his longhorn handlebars and mud flaps. The caravan would pick up speed and conviviality as the wind opened eyes and mouths. Wayne, Eddie and Jimmy might fall in line just west of the town square, and by the time the boys were skirting...