Word: lawns
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...What do I think of deregulation, you ask me?" muses Joe Sixpack as he takes a break from mowing the lawn. "Frankly, I love it and I hate it! Take the airlines. I can get a great bargain fare to Miami, but you can be sure my flight will be delayed for two hours because of air-traffic congestion. As for the bank, it now gives me interest on my checking account, which is nice, but then sticks me with a $5 fee every time I drop below my minimum balance. Our family's long-distance bill has gone down...
Wimbledon rolls around again this week at the All England Lawn Tennis Club, where Becker will try to become the third-youngest singles champion of the century. Already the first and second youngest ever to do it, he points out, "I was born there, you know." Two summers ago, unseeded and 17, not to mention "very slow and fat," Becker dispatched one eminent adult after another with a crashing service and a somersaulting exuberance. They all left the grounds, Henri Leconte after Tim Mayotte, predicting two things: that Becker would be a fine player one day and that he would...
...building (of nine) of a rather formal housing estate near the Tiergarten, West Berlin's big central park. The main facade, an outthrust white shield, could be the refurbished fragment of an ancient Roman circus. But in pure postmodern fashion, the metaphors are freely mixed: facing the long central lawn on the interior is a handsome pair of neo-medieval towers in red brick, and windows copied, it seems, from a 19th century factory...
...results were as blandly anodyne as the motto suggests. A whole section of the city was turned into an urban- renewal proving ground, an amorphous campus where highly evolved notions of citified density were abandoned: each forgettable high-rise was an isolated Objekt plopped in sunny isolation on a lawn...
...grander, fancier model, sits in its hangar eager for a last run around the track. So hail and farewell, Mr. President, and good luck and fun in Europe. The fresh faces of James Madison High School in Vienna, Va., cheer him off from the sweet sweep of the South Lawn. The creaky jet still has some spirit as it thunders up through the gray clouds and is away. The Iran-contra mess seems to fade to a whisper, the deficits and the trade struggle to diminish magically. At 37,000 ft., the world looks green and serene, even manageable...