Word: greenes
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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NATIONAL FOOTBALL LEAGUE (CBS, 9:30 p.m. to conclusion). Green Bay Packers v. Dallas Cowboys in a preseason exhibition game. Jack Buck and Pat Summerall provide the commentary...
Whyte is a realist. Accepting neither a vision of the future characterized by junky, chaotic growth nor a clean, green Utopia, he calmly predicts a much more likely middle course of high-density living, where the land is used more intensively and ingeniously than at present. He has no patience with grandiose answers. Year 2000 plans? "They vault over the messy present and near future" and justify themselves with unreliable statistical projections of past trends. As for self-contained "new towns," they start with the assumption that old cities are a lost cause-despite the fact that people continue...
Another ingrown cliche concerns the value of "green belts" that girdle some cities. On planners' maps, green belts look wonderful. In reality, says Whyte, they have never served to contain a city's growth or to afford useful green space for its people. If open space just sits there without a positive function such as public park, golf course, or high-grade farm, Whyte says, it will surely be lost to a competitive good cause, like housing. In fact, the true theme of The Last Landscape is contained in Whyte's pithy phrase about open land...
Lost to Surgery. Smith has active staff privileges at one county and one private hospital, and limited privileges at Mississippi Baptist, meaning that he is restricted to the hospital's Green Annex, reserved for Negroes. He says he has to swallow hard every time he sends a patient there. It is still more frustrating if his patient needs surgery, for Smith is allowed to practice only in the annex, and of course the operating rooms are in the main building. Thus he has to turn his patient over to white doctors...
SCENE: Eleven a.m. in front of one of those ultrachic, applesauce-green beach houses that line the Pacific Coast Highway at Malibu. The sun is so bright that I'm convinced it's bleaching the blue right out of the new pullover I'd bought only that morning to distract California eyes from a bad case of East Coast pallor...