Word: heartbroken
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...junior year, Scott spent long hours preparing for the statewide police exam. He was sick with chicken pox when he took the test. A few weeks after the exam, he received a letter on official letterhead from deputy superintendent Zalas telling him that he had failed. "I was heartbroken," said Scott. The next day he went to Zalas and asked if he could take the exam again. When Zalas asked why, Scott handed him the letter. Zalas said he never wrote the letter. "Someone was just clowning around with him," says Zalas. A few weeks later, Scott was officially notified...
Many, especially those of Italian descent, who make up the majority of Monterey's fishing community, were practically weaned on squid and never tire of it. Still others came because they love food fairs. "I'm heartbroken because they've canceled Brussels sprouts," said Judy Packard, who had driven six hours from Canoga Park, Calif., with her husband Brad. "We've been to 14 fairs so far," she said. Some of her favorites starred avocados, broccoli, artichokes and garlic...
Asked if he would be heartbroken if the lack of an agreement prevented him from going to Moscow, Reagan said, "I think I'd stop short of that, but I'd be very disappointed. And I just don't think it's going to happen...
...they do. They speak of their "commitment to the commitment." During the races few words are ever necessary, and those are gently spoken. But in practice runs the banter is uncommonly happy. "What do you think, campers?" says Conner, who never seems to command, only question. "Will anybody be heartbroken if we change this sail? Shall we put up Dolly?" Perhaps a revolutionary and certainly a ! provocative new spinnaker -- featuring rows of billowing bulges -- is on loan from the N.Y.Y.C. The club had a falling-out with Conner three years ago; its entry America II fell out of the tournament...
...plangent wistfulness is hardly confined to Mother's account of her honeymoon or Grandpa's homesickness for his youth. The tug and ache of nostalgia pull even at the hardiest of travelers. The caustic Evelyn Waugh introduces his collection of travel essays, When the Going Was Good, with a heartbroken valedictory to a vanished Golden Age of travel that is, in effect, a valentine to his own lost youth. In every traveler's eulogy there is a strain of elegy, and every traveler hearkens to the raven's knelling cry of "Nevermore...