Word: harboring
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...recent presidential race. But after a year of national concern about crack wars, followed by a summer of worry over the greenhouse effect and kindred ecological disasters, Manuel Noriega has become the favorite foreign leader of Democratic speechwriters, while Bush has taken to deploring the condition of Boston Harbor...
...rest of the globe poised to follow, the American people were faced with a choice between a pair of interventionists, F.D.R. and Wendell Willkie. But both men, dissembling their true convictions, came down the campaign homestretch as quasi-isolationists. Their waffling reflected a national division, not closed until Pearl Harbor...
Beginning with their criticism of Quayle's failure to answer the opening question, the 15 voters in the Heitger living room provided play-by-play commentary. As soon as Quayle mentioned the pollution in Boston Harbor, Donna McManus, the wife of a policeman, exclaimed, "That's the same as the campaign ad." After an artful Bentsen attack on Bush's ties to Panamanian General Manuel Noriega, Betty Heitger whispered to her husband, "You've got to admit, this guy is very skilled." Halfway through the debate, even the strong Bush partisans were dismayed as Quayle seemed to derail. Die-hard...
Owned by Bob Brody, the executive chef at the Sheraton Harbor Island in San Diego, and local lawyer Bob Fucillo, who will be the restaurant's general manager, the First Street Cafe promises to be a respectable addition to nouvelle American dining in this area. It features a take-out counter, a bar and even seating in the building's interior courtyard--and all this in thorougly upscale surroundings. This is a restaurant that definitely caters to the new crowd along the Cambridge waterfront...
Outside the terminal the wind was blowing cold, and on the horizon the skyscrapers rose up against a dark sky; it looked like the clouds were going to bowl and smash into the buildings, piling them into the harbor. I followed people with suitcases to the bus shelter and waited for the T shuttle. Across the tracks at the Blue Line stop, the woman on a temp poster had been spray painted to look like a snaggle-toothed devil; someone had even taken the trouble to climb over the third rail, draw in a penis by her mouth and scrawl...