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...alcohol for any of us." Washington Reporter Susan Schindehette also finds abstemiousness among her sources. "It is the rare interviewee these days who asks for a couple of Scotches over lunch," she says. Reporter-Researcher Elizabeth Rudulph tested several exotic new nonalcoholic tipples like Boncontent, a concoction of kiwi fruit and mineral water, and orange-flavored Perrier, as well as countless bottles of water. Concludes Rudulph: "Still water is the best thirst quencher, and flavored water is better for you than soft drinks...
...steeped in irony. Newark-based People Express, the cost-conscious, no-free-food airline that is sometimes called the McDonald's of the skies, was throwing a bash for employees, passengers and anyone else who dropped by. Champagne flowed and tables were covered with such treats as candied kiwi fruit, Brie and salmon mousse...
...roads, the American who would not-or could not-drive a car was dismissed as a sponger or a dimwit, doomed to a life of dependence on alien wheels and, quite likely, celibacy. The nondriver was a rara Avis (though he could not rent one), akin to the kiwi, a bird that cannot fly. In a country that relies so heavily on the auto for its bread and butter and most of its honey, he was seen and often scorned as a kind of self-decreed cripple...
...however, in an era when excessive gasoline consumption has become offensive to nostril, pocketbook and national pride, automotive abstinence has become a virtue. The kiwi is in the catbird seat. The man or woman who gets to work by bicycle or shanks' mare trails clouds of self-esteem as palpable as the carbon dioxide fumes he has forsworn. Whether he refuses to buy a car at today's prices or simply will not or cannot take the wheel, he can be said to have heeded official pleas to share the ride (though it is someone else who does...
Your four love letters arrived today. My landlady said a heavily sweating man stuffed them in the mailbox and lurched off like a wounded kiwi, so I assume you delivered them yourself. A million thanks, really...