Word: junks
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...their services, the committee divided them into 22 contingents, ranging from notables (Spock, Mailer, Poet Robert Lowell) to a Vietnamese contingent. A hippie outfit calling itself Wagon Wheels East purportedly set out from California replete with Shoshone Indians, trail scouts and medicine men ("compliments of Chief Rolling Thunder"), plus "junk cars, stolen buses, motorcycles, rock bands, flower banners, dope, incense and enough food for the journey." A caravan organizer warned in the East Village Other, a New York underground biweekly: "The caravan will pass through some very hostile territory, and many will die on the trip." It survived...
...Pushtu. Inevitably, some ventures end in trouble. When corpsmen overcame a Senegalese tribal taboo against selling rice, farmers stopped growing it because the crop had lost its religious importance. An instructor watched helplessly while typewriters distributed in Ethiopia turned to junk for lack of care. Language training for the corpsmen was once squeezed into 50 hours, and one slum worker in a Chilean callampa did not have enough Spanish to ask how to get to the bus that would take him to work. "At times they miss the mark," Vaughn confesses. "And when they do, it's certain...
...Love" by the Ray Connill Singers is the 88th all-time great hit is ludicrously far from being authoritative, still the WRKO programming this weekend will keep you on your toes and will have less than normal Nancy Sinatra. I just may be irrationally disappointed because, despite the obvious junk in the lower depths, not one of the three songs I voted for made the list...
Flanked by a sleazy bar and grill and a dusty antique-and-junk shop, the tawdry tenement at 169 Avenue B on Manhattan's Lower East Side is typical of the area. Decaying plaster and peeling paint festoon its dark blue hall ways, and a flight of creaky wood stairs leads down to an oppressively low-ceilinged cellar that reeks of dog droppings and rancid garbage. A single naked light bulb illuminates the grimy heating pipes, the cockroach-scampered walls, and piles of loose, whitewashed firebricks from the building's boiler. It hardly seems the place...
...first inning, fortune threw the home side a slider. The Twins methodically walked and singled for a quick run. Bases were loaded with one out, and one feared for the fragile Santiago. Watching the pitcher carefully, however, one was reassured, not by the pitches he threw--a collection of junk balls without craft--but by his manner...