Word: lawns
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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Hence the euphoria at the Great Handshake on the White House lawn. The sentimentalists in the audience, tears in their eyes, thought they had witnessed the end of the conflict. They were hopelessly, delusionally wrong. Yes, the daily stone throwing of the intifadeh stopped. But the threat of violence was always kept in reserve. Indeed, it escalated. Arafat now had at his disposal not just kids with rocks but 40,000 men with guns. The threat was--is--not just rioting...
...hundred and seventy-nine refrigerators. One hundred and twenty-five jugs of pesticide. Four motorcycles. Three hundred propane tanks. Two Jacuzzis. Seven lawn mowers. One prosthetic leg. And it goes on--a partial inventory of the debris that Chad Pregracke, 25, has hauled from the depths of the muddy Mississippi in a lonesome crusade to Roto-Root the river all the way from St. Louis to Dubuque. It's an all consuming mission, worthy of an aquatic Don Quixote, and Pregracke's Mississippi River Beautification and Restoration Project has been at it for almost four years. After waking each morning...
...make a dent in myself." If this goal sounds overly ambitious for a shoestring operation with an annual budget of $200,000, you haven't seen Pregracke at work. He's tireless. Today he's driving a forklift around his barges, sorting old car seats and lawn ornaments and tractor chassis into separate piles for recycling. All sandy hair and freckles, dressed in a life jacket, cap and khaki shorts and sporting a pair of wraparound dark shades, Pregracke could be a latter-day Huck Finn. His grin is impish, his body compact and coiled. Two lean, tanned young women...
Take, for instance, my airplane dilemma. I'm poor enough to afford coach class, so that is where I must buy my ticket. But coach class makes me miserable because I am folded up like a lawn chair and stuck in a seat I couldn't fit in when I was 12 and with no real place to move, especially after the bozo in front of me reclines his seat those precious three inches. He may not think much of taking those three inches, but it means a whole helluva lot to me. If this were a utilitarian calculation...
...fruit seller at the haymarket greets a regular: "Pedro goes tonight." On a break at a downtown construction site, workers open their tabloid Boston Heralds from the back, where the sports are. Out in Wellesley, lawn sprinklers kick on, and investment managers for Fidelity pad sleepily up wide driveways, flipping through sections of the self-serious Boston Globe, past Nation, Business and Arts to the baseball coverage...