Word: laying
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...ended on July 25 with another laconic log entry: "Moored at Pipe Cay." Six days later, Illinois State Representative Harry Yourell, 62, and Son Peter, 20, aboard their 25-ft. cabin cruiser, eased up to the Kalia III and made a grisly discovery: in a dinghy bobbing astern lay a bloated body. The yacht was riddled with shotgun pellets, smeared with blood and littered with debris, including Patti's spectacles and bikini bra. Yourell told TIME Midwest Bureau Chief Benjamin W. Gate: "I haven't seen anything as bad since the South Pacific in World War II." Yourell...
Zydeco, Chenier's musical style, sounds initially like rhythm and blues, mostly New Orleans with a pinch of primitive Chicago. Sometimes the saxophones break honkingly loose, sometimes they lay in one foghorn-like riff through an entire song. But the real musical underlay is Cajun, a musical cross-fertilization of Acadian immigrants driven from Nova Scotia by the British and Africans brought to rural Louisiana by slavery. Which explains both Zydeco's compelling rhythmic patterns and the fact that several of Chenier's numbers are sung in Cajun French...
...million in federal revenue sharing. More important, Chicago's civic pride would take a licking. Ever since A.J. Liebling, writing about Chicago in The New Yorker in 1952, coined the putdown Second City, Chicagoans have been perversely proud of it-all the more so when they could lay claim to the nation's tallest building (the Sears Tower), most durable big-city mayor (the late Richard Daley) and arguably the best symphony orchestra (under Conductor Sir Georg Solti...
...long since buried." Farther north along the fence at Unterbreizbach, however, there is a cemetery on the eastern side next to the border; a grim watchtower soars amid the headstones. As Easterners bury their dead under the scrutiny of border guards, West Germans gather to watch, pray and lay wreaths against the border markers. "We don't know who they are," says a local butcher, "but our hearts go out to them anyway. Don't forget, we are all Germans, after all." The wreaths are always gone the next day. East German patrols have scooped them up overnight...
...claimed responsibility for the killing -and even phoned // Messaggero to brag about it. "This evening our commando executed Concina..." the caller began. "No, you son of a bitch," shouted the switchboard operator in tears. "You didn't kill Concina. You murdered someone else." While Maurizio Di Leo lay dead in the street last week, // Messaggero Reporter Michele Concina, author of several exposes on the NAR and the real target of the attack, was working quietly in his office...