Word: lacing
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...avid skier, he takes a week off each year to schuss in the Tatras, dressed in baggy wool pants and old-style lace-up boots. His only concession to luxury is a pair of Head skis. Another friend, who calls him "one of the daredevil skiers in the Tatras,"adds, "He loves the thrill of it, the danger." Once, during a midwinter interview with TIME'S Bonn bureau chief, William Mader, Wojtyla gazed out the window of his residence and said, "I wish I could be out there now somewhere in the mountains, racing down into a valley...
There was jazz in Lincoln Center, where Singer Betty Carter-a vamp of a figure in black lace with a husky, sweet-toned voice that recalls Billie Holiday -was singing a tribute to the blues. "I must have music, music," Carter, 48, half crooned, half spoke, swaying to the beat of her trio with eyes closed. Throttling down to slow, slow low notes that seemed to float in the air forever-the crowd hanging on breathlessly-she would suddenly take off, sliding up the scale as fast as any sax to land on a sultry, slightly off-center note. With...
...York from Israel, where she distinguished herself by disco dancing and hobnobbing with the arty underground, she and her beloved Sudah, an Egyptian-Israeli artist cum hippie cum pacifist, spend days assembling highly unorthodox outfits for their Orthodox wedding. Mara's veil is an old tea-stained lace tablecloth that gets caught on her steel-rimmed glasses; Sudah is resplendent in a black velvet suit, cape and top hat. First Novelist Tova Reich's glancing Swiftian wit never flags. She introduces one Rabbi Leon Lieb, who owns a chain of nursing homes and uses cajolery, threats...
...LOOKED AT HIM more closely. A little old, maybe, but that spark of wit was all that counted. The baggy, slightly rumpled suit, the black lace-ups, the slight paunch (was it all just a hologram?) could not conceal the powerful, massive frame which lay beneath it all. It was a stage veneer, nothing more; surely, this was a man who deserved Respect. I pumped his hand earnestly...
...drive for fifty or sixty blocks without hitting a red light. Cabbies always insist upon perfect timing, even if it means a high-speed chase through the pot-holed streets of the City. Commuting by cab is a sure-fire route to hypertension, ulcers and the inability to lace up one's own Adidas. It's kind of like the rolled coaster, whip, and bumper cars all rolled into one and set loose on the streets...