Word: lane
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...admiring beneficiary of their professionalism. Depending on whom you talk to, Australia's Highway 1 is the world's longest road, its longest continuous highway, or the longest without crossing a national border. Whatever the qualification, there's no doubt it's long. Some 15,000 km of multi-lane freeway, dual carriageway, two-lane bitumen and corrugated dirt, it circles the Australian mainland, never far from the coast, and bisects Tasmania...
Depending on whom you talk to, Australia's Highway 1 is the world's longest road, its longest continuous highway, or the longest without crossing a national border. Whatever the qualification, there's no doubt it's long. Some 15,000 km of multi-lane freeway, dual carriageway, two-lane bitumen and corrugated dirt, it circles the Australian mainland, never far from the coast, and bisects Tasmania...
...June 20, 2001, when the police reached his modest brick home on Beachcomber Lane in suburban Houston, they found Andrea drenched with bathwater, her flowery blouse and brown leather sandals soaking wet. She had turned on the bathroom faucet to fill the porcelain tub and moved aside the shaggy mat to give herself traction for kneeling on the floor. It took a bit of work for her to chase down the last of the children; toward the end, she had a scuffle in the family room, sliding around on wet tile below a poster that proclaimed the epithets of Christ...
...briefly, but her parents were adamant that Rusty not take her back to the bus. It was not healthy for her--or the kids. So Rusty, now a project manager at NASA earning $80,000 a year, bought a house, the second one he looked at: 942 Beachcomber Lane, a Spanish-style home with three bedrooms, two baths, trees, a high wood fence around the backyard and a spot to park the bus. Rusty took Andrea to close the deal. She was now receiving Haldol monthly and looked like a zombie, says Rusty, but he remembers she could hold...
...decided against the fuel and instead careered up and down single-lane routes through the spectacular mountain scenery of the Chouf, the Druze homeland. Things were calm through the various towns of the area, with open stores and people on the streets. We saw a number of cars and minivans coming north, bedecked with white clothes and full of families with grim faces...