Word: grasse
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...originally thought but still an area larger than the state of Rhode Island. But the flames were dervish-like, capriciously carving jigsaw patterns out of untouched forest, sometimes encircled by heavily burned areas. Blackened stands of lodgepole pine and Douglas fir should gradually become meadows of aspens, wildflowers and grass; life will go on. "From an ecological standpoint, there was no downside," says John Varley, the park's chief of research. "It is not a rebirth because there was not a death...
...darn," says Gerry Bloomquist, 65, a retired dress-shop keeper from Minnesota who is wintering in the outskirts of Quartzsite, Ariz. She sips a drink, relaxing in front of her 33-ft. Holiday Monitor recreation vehicle, or RV, in a lawn chair set on a piece of Astroturf. "My grass," she calls it. While the sun, rattlesnakes and tarantulas bed down, Bloomquist and tens of thousands of other tanned retirees enjoy another happy hour parked out in the desert, gazing at the mountains, puttering around their mobile homes, filling hummingbird feeders, thriftily sidestepping the cruelties of winter...
...from liberal to conservative, though most share a populist sympathy for the little guy and a suspicion of Big Government and Big Business. Like protesters of the 1960s, they have a flair for attention-grabbing gestures. But much of their power derives from a factor that distinguishes them from grass-roots activists of the past...
...Days Are Here Again. It could, really, be any All-American small town putting on an Independence Day parade on any village green. Except that this truly is, in the strict anthropological sense, a village, and the green here is really, really green. And the girls are dressed in grass skirts, and so too are many of the boys, with sashes of flowers across their oiled chests and woven tree bark around their ankles. The 50-man long boats are racing past mist-wreathed rain-forest mountains, and the muddy park is taken over by cricket. But not the game...
Lawrence's distaste for himself regularly extended to nearly everyone else. But his chilly stoicism had limits. In one letter, he recalls seeing a small girl playing on the grass in front of a cathedral. "I knew of course that she was animal: and I began in my hatred of animals to balance her against the cathedral: and knew then that I'd destroy the building to save...