Word: hauled
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Just a few years ago, the nation's long-haul truck drivers were celebrated as the last cowboys. Sitting high and lonesome in 18-wheelers, they put the pedal to the metal, trying to outrun "Smokey" and middle-of-the-road conformity. The flip side of the image: stressful schedules and strained marriages. But now split-level suburbia is the new deal on wheels. An up-and-coming crowd of diesel outriders are bringing their homes and their wives along in fully outfitted, self-contained living quarters set behind the driver's cab. If they need a handle, call this...
When Dan Campbell, 35, who operates out of Cypress, Calif., and Wife Robin, 30, haul high-technology gear across the country for Bekins Van Lines, they haul a little high-tech luxury for themselves in their $35,000, 120-in.-long cabin. While on the road, Robin prepares broiled chicken and fresh steamed vegetables in the kitchenette complete with a microwave oven. The thick pile carpet and acoustically padded walls are easily cleaned with the central vacuum- cleaning system. After dinner she may watch a prerecorded episode of Dallas on their VCR and remotecontrolled color TV. When...
...South Korean fisherman was hauling his nets on the Yellow Sea, not far from the sleepy island of Sohuksan, when he spotted something out of the ordinary: a battleship-gray boat adrift on the murky water. He alerted the authorities, who dispatched the navy to tow the vessel, which was out of fuel, to the island of Hawangdung. Their haul was startling indeed: the craft was a 45-ton torpedo boat belonging to China, which has strained relations with South Korea, and six of the 19 sailors on board were dead...
Claude Brunelle, 31, a security guard at the Turkish embassy in Ottawa, usually works in a bulletproof booth. But when three men parked their U-Haul truck on the grass beside the embassy entrance early one morning last week, he emerged from his booth, challenged the men, then suddenly pulled his .38-cal. revolver and fired. The interlopers cut him down with a fusillade, killing him, then blew open the embassy's front doors with explosives...
...indirect discourse and peeks into the minds of the characters who happen to be onstage at the moment. This method is undeniably exhilarating, the equivalent of being grabbed by the elbow and shoved into an especially deracinated cocktail party. But the fun grows a bit forced over the long haul; even the most bizarre conversations cannot forever hide the fact that not much of substance is happening. Handl's people are splendidly funny because they all, with the possible exception of Castleton, are permanently set in their absurd ways. Not much room is left over for suspense. A little more...