Word: likes
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...around in front of the burned remains of the old house. "I think you should move it a little more away from the power line," the Mississippi Power & Light man warns Malone as he checks the house's positioning. Towner calls Anderson over to the front. "Do you like it here?" he asks. She looks up and down the building's length and along its sides and then responds with a simple...
Explaining this sympathy requires one of those shoe-on-the-other-foot tales. Perhaps dog-bites-dog is a better label. Like many Washington-based agents for large news organizations, I am mentioned in other publications now and then. Our work is parsed by press critics; we get into contretemps with the powerful; we serve as filler for the growing number of gossip columns. All this is, in principle, legitimate. Those who groan reflexively when needled or critiqued simply confirm the aphorism about journalistic skins being thinner than the average American adult's. What stokes my personal...
...after San Francisco's great 1906 earthquake and fire, it had become a habit to recall the warm, breezy conditions during that cataclysm. Looking out a window from her home in suburban Sunnyvale, Neta Lott remarked to her husband Byron that the Indian-summer evening of Oct. 17 seemed like "darned good earthquake weather." Moments later, the shaking and rolling began. Byron, an electrical engineer, fell to the floor. Neta tried to get up but remained pinned to her chair until she rolled onto the floor. "I sat under the desk and thought I would be buried," she recalled...
...carrying him with it. "Janice, we are going to die!" he shouted to his passenger. But something caught the car, and they were able to crawl out the windows to safety. Don Laviletta, riding his motorcycle on the upper deck, described how the roadway bulged and rippled toward him "like bumper cars -- only you could die in this game." The driver of one car, in fact, was killed in the collapse...
...high-spirited spectators in Candlestick Park were at first either confused or nonchalant. Both teams had finished batting practice. Then a soft, distant rumble grew louder. "It sounded like rolling thunder," said Peter Rubens, a winery manager seated in the right-field lower deck. The stadium shuddered. Light towers swayed. The foul-line poles in left and right field whipped back and forth. Though expansion joints at the top of the stadium absorbed the blow, chunks of concrete fell off, precisely as planned. One dangerous block crashed into a seat in Section 53. Only a moment before, its occupant...