Word: landed
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...southwestern United States is a "blueprint" for this policy. Four of the country's ten largest coal stripmines, surrounded by five of the largest coal-fired power plants, are located in the Four Corners area, where Arizona, Utah, Colorado, and New Mexico come together. Most of this land is owned by the Navajo Nation, which exports electricity through high-voltage power lines to metropolitan centers of New Mexico, Arizona Nevada, Utah and southern California. "The annual output is enough to supply the needs of the state of New Mexico for 32 years," according to Navjo tribal chairman Peper MacDonald...
From Tony Santasoucci's land, though, you can see the fences and the airport-bright lights paling the mist. A man and his dog stand guarding the boundary between the Seabrook nuclear plant and the land, and as you set up tents and tarps in the drizzle, you have to think that maybe it is all going to happen...
...most non-violent confrontation is along the access road. The cops stop for a minute at the end of the storage area, long enough that people have time to sit down. You're sitting in a small circle, 20 people arms around each other, singing. "Kumbayah," and "This Land is Your Land," and if there ever was a clearer picture of whistling in the dark you haven't seen it, but it helps. Too soon, the cops are coming again, but you don't get up, you just sit there. They reach the edge of the circle, and hesitate...
...north of San Antone, but performs only one number (you may have seen it on the Tony awards--it was the one with all the embarrassing bleeps). Whorehouse makes up for its adult language with gleeful immaturity, unabashedly the source of the play's success. Remember, this is the land of Lone Star beer and the Dallas Cowpeople--how can you get serious about...
...held three secret meetings between Feb. 21 and April 4, 1970. On a weekend or holiday, to provide better cover, I would leave Washington on one of the presidential fleet of Boeing 707s. It would land at Avord, a French air force base in central France. My plane would touch down just long enough to let me off; it would then proceed to Frankfurt's Rhein-Main Airport. I would have transferred meanwhile to a Mystère 20 executive jet belonging to President Pompidou for the flight to Villacoublay Airport, a field for private airplanes near Paris...