Word: highway
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...group, numbering approximately 2000, asked Governor Sargent to halt highway construction, withdraw all highway plans now in Washington, and, with citizens participating, begin a review of the transportation plans in Greater Boston...
...slums are not the only thing wrong with U.S. cities, and the urban crisis can never be solved until Americans change their concept of the city itself. Central to any change is control of the automobile. With the Federal Highway Act, which offers 90% federal funding for expressways, the Government destroyed any possible balance between cars and other forms of transportation, such as subways and monorails. Though subways might be more efficient, cities have in effect been offered expressways virtually free. The lure has usually proved irresistible, and as a result cities?not to mention the countryside?have been torn...
...Successive Failures. Situated far off the coastal highway, Palomares was never a tourist attraction. Only a single road is paved. Entertainment consists of two bars and a movie theater that shows old films on Thursday nights, Sundays and holidays. Still, Palomares was a singularly prosperous town. As its lead and silver mines, discovered by the Phoenicians, finally petered out over the past 30 years, the miners were given severance pay in land instead of pesetas. Pride of ownership and an abundance of sweet water from deep wells coaxed from the arid land the best tomatoes in all of Almeria province...
...Operation Drought," reads the sign on the Pan American Highway 55 miles northeast of Santiago, the capital of Chile. Soldiers have built a tent city there, and government technicians are drilling deep wells in search of water. A few miles up the road, schoolboys play soccer in the dried-out bed of the Aconcagua, normally a mighty river. Even farther to the north, water from the near-dry Recoleta Dam is rationed-four days running, ten days shut...
Earlier that year, there we all were, sitting in the back of a GTO with California plates, head-out on the highway for New York City. Our manager was driving, obsessively sucking and running his forefinger through his lips. We were practicing harmony in the back seat, Tina, our fashionable black chick singer, John, our Brooks Brothers law school lead guitarist, and me. I was the lead singer of the Bead Game, and we were on our way to our first gig. Our very first gig, and it was a biggie. Somehow it had been arranged htat we, the Street...