Word: grayness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...have since come down to a demand for $20,000. Bing's offer has been and is a three-year package that amounts to a 24% increase -or $17,370. "We are entitled to make as much as, if not more than plumbers,"*the legal spokesman, Herman Gray, asserts. "The community has no right to expect the artists to support the Met. It should pay adequate salaries or go out of business." In the view of many New Yorkers, Met salaries are not exactly inadequate. Met musicians make less than the $15,000 minimum paid players...
...there in the big brown chair and after a while I looked around and saw a guy in his thirties with short hair sleeping on the sofa, and a guy in his fifties with bristly gray whiskers rocking back and forth in a chair like mine, sort of chanting to himself. Every one else on the ward was in bed. I wondered how long it would take for the luxury of time to turn into the horror of waiting, endlessly. By the third day I had strong hints that it didn't take very long...
...that her name was Catherine Glenn; it has fourteen letters in it. A lady sat down next to her, across from me, and Catherine said that she won't eat because she can cook. I looked at my plate of food and understood. That lady had a few long gray whiskers on her chin, a side reaction of the ubiquitous tranquilizer Thoridine. Her dress wasn't buttoned much above the navel, and her right breast was half hanging out. She stared at her food and then put a fork in her coffee...
...empty loncliness of the hospital grounds so I went back into O-Building and stood in the corner of the canteen. To the left was the stairway up to O-2 and next to it was the entrance to O-1, a women's ward. Two women patients with gray hair ran the canteen. There was always a buzz of activity around the counter where coffee and cigarettes and doughnuts and candy were sold. It wasn't especially living activity, but it was activity just the same. Patients from other wards on the East Side would walk in, hobble...
Well none of these people seemed to notice me and I had no money with me to buy a doughnut so I stood next to the door and pressed my forehead against the glass-paned door. The sky grew gray and it started to rain...