Word: mid-afternoon
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...mid-afternoon, she's at the concert hall for a sound check. She eats dinner with the band backstage, a meal prepared with organic ingredients when available. She introduces herself to the caterer, to the caterer's assistant, to the guy who comes to clear the trash. "Hi, I'm Bonnie," she says, extending a hand. Tonight the entree is cod. It's an O.K. dish, but Raitt's ecstatic. "Try the cod," she tells the drummer, the bass player, everyone. "You gotta have the cod. This is the fish of the tour." The caterer beams...
...Buck Zuckerman, a Wall Streeter married to the actress Ruth Taylor (she played Lorelei Lee in the 1928 film of "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes"), would go downtown to work each morning, peddle stocks until mid-afternoon, come home and take a nap - so he could be fresh for an evening's prowl of the city's top night spots; his son still has a 1937 album of photos from El Morocco. Phyllis Adams, a pert swank Manhattan deb, has her own memory book of nightclub propositions from elegant gents, including Errol Flynn. Brooklyn's Davie Lerner had never been inside...
...can’t (or don’t want to) read that 600-page monstrosity of incomprehensible blather. Response paper? Maybe next week. Morning lecture? Yeeeeah, maybe I’ll catch it when it gets released on video. Afternoon lecture? Sorry, it might interfere with my lunch, mid-afternoon nap, late-afternoon snack and/or later-afternoon malt liquor-tasting...
Only one student, a senior whose signature was illegible, had signed the petition by mid-afternoon yesterday. The Kuumba Singers rehearse in the Colloquium Room, but the group’s president, Melanie L. Forbes ’02, said her group was not involved with the petition...
...might suggest it was his untroubled conscience that allowed Hutomo Mandala Putra, more familiarly known as Tommy Suharto, to snore through the storming of a rented luxury house by 25 armed police officers. Cynics, on the other hand, might argue that Indonesia's most famous fugitive was taking a mid-afternoon nap in the two-story home in suburban south Jakarta, confident that he faced little chance of serving anything but a nominal jail sentence. Whatever the source of his serenity, the youngest son of former Indonesian President Suharto was discovered Nov. 28 seemingly asleep, lounging in a T shirt...