Word: kiddingly
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...digit. A hundred feet down the road, the vehicle lost speed and, with a jerk, spun around with a decisive U-turn. The car accelerated toward me and came to a halt in the unpaved parking lot. I jogged over to the driver's window and asked, "Raglan?" The kid driver with hair in his eyes gave a nod and said, "Sweet...
...opened the door, stepped into a mound of McDonald's garbage and then wedged the rest of my body into the car, up against the surfboard which ran diagonally through the interior. Kid Driver's precious board traveled in a silver cushioned bag. (He later told me the surfboard cost more than the car itself.) Once I managed to close the door, he hit the gas and we pulled onto the pavement, Dukes of Hazard style, with a plume of dirt behind us. I fastened my seatbeat...
...Zealand countryside--gorgeous green hills spotted with sheep. The road wiggled its way toward the sea, through Mt. Karioi and Mt. Pirongia, two volcanoes which may or may not be active. My eyes were on the road--SH23's blind corners and steep drop-offs made me nervous and Kid Driver was trying to go faster. He passed three cars in one burst of bravado. I remembered the hostel owner mentioned that the trip to Raglan takes about 55 minutes. When I ran this estimate by my friend he just laughed and pointed to the car we were passing...
Here is the daughter of a black-power activist--a kid named for the prison riots. She grows up in Houston, goes to college in Chicago, and on a family trip across "the raw, evocative landscape" of Texas for Christmas dinner at Grandma's in 1997, she gets an inspiration for a story about two bodies turning up in a small Texas town. One is black, one white. Locke writes a fresh, clean drama about racial stereotypes and her belief that being black is easier in the South than in the North. It becomes her ticket to Sundance, and almost...
When I was a kid, the world of grownups was full of mysterious delights, like drinking coffee, staying up late and using swear words. Adults had first names, but no one under 21 knew what they were because back then, grownups were part of a Mr.-and-Mrs. package. Your friend's parents might have been Ginny and Stan, but for you they were Mr. and Mrs. Peterson, and they would remain so forever. Now, though, Mr. and Mrs. Peterson are divorced. Mrs. Peterson is remarried but uses her maiden name. Mr. Peterson and his new wife just...