Word: jigging
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...jig may now be up for the DEA gigolo, thanks to hair-salon owner Miriam Guzman. Portell met her when she was sitting alone and lonely in a Florida restaurant, dated her, borrowed money from her and asked her to set up a coke deal. Guzman's first trial ended in a hung jury last fall. Since then her attorney has been gathering evidence in an effort to prove official misconduct. At a hearing to dismiss charges against Guzman last month, Miami Federal Judge William Hoeveler posed a pointed query: "Is there any question in anybody's mind that this...
...other major change since Yale is the recasting of Boy Willie with Charles S. Dutton, who gives a performance as energized as his Tony-nominated Broadway debut in Ma Rainey. Puffing his cheeks, waving his arms, hopping around like Jackie Gleason in a one-legged jig, the burly Dutton seems a rustic buffoon. But when conversation turns to conflict, his jaw tightens and the clowning stops. In Boy Willie, Dutton and Wilson achieve that rarity in literature, a truly common, ordinary man of heroic force...
...Harvard's coach must begin and end with her effervescent personality. Always actively promoting women's basketball, Delaney Smith enthusiastically talks to parents, fans, friends and journalists after every game--making everyone feel right at home at Briggs Cage. Her exuberant attitude was illustrated in a quick, little jig she performed after the Crimson's 76-49 pasting of Princeton earlier this season...
...octagonal Family Worship Center in Baton Rouge, La., was packed for the occasion with 8,000 worshipers, 1,000 of them standees, while followers nationwide watched the weekly telecast. This day there was to be none of Swaggart's trademark piano riffing or gospel singing, none of his jig stepping, strutting or shouting. Clad in a severe suit, the TV evangelist waited quietly, then began to speak...
...done for. Further study is immediately precluded by the urge to put my book down and perform a jig or a polka. I raise my fist and scream, "Yes, Baby! That is the Coolest! You are the Best!" It is now only a matter of moments before my body is compelled by an invisible force to pigeon its head forward and back while walking like King Tut around my desk...