Word: midwesternizing
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...young woman looking for a coaching job, dreaming of winning a college championship, be sure to talk first with Dena Evans. Her stint as coach of Stanford's top-flight women's cross-country team was anything but glamorous. During meets, she would roam the sidelines of cold Midwestern towns and between races breast-feed her baby beneath a tree. She spent team van rides stressed out, wondering if her child's wails were ruining her runners' concentration. Because her husband traveled frequently for work, she often couldn't leave the kids with him. "We're not like Posh...
...current despond seemed to enhance the rowdiness in Ames. It was hard to find a happy Republican. "I don't like the three top guys," Howard Taylor, a community-college teacher from Milo told me, referring to Rudy Giuliani, Mitt Romney and John McCain. "They don't have Midwestern values." Nor did Taylor like George W. Bush so much anymore. "I think he tried to please some... people. He didn't come up very strong on the social issues." Taylor wasn't thrilled with his fellow Republicans either. "My friends all say they want someone who is electable...
FREDONIA, KANS. Midwestern floods engulf homes...
...funny thing happened to Good and Von Lehman: almost nothing. Good has been hired by a midwestern bank to find $40 million "missing" from a $110 million telecommunications company in receivership. But the oceans of capital at private-equity funds mean that companies once left for near dead, like Barry, have more options. In this flush economy, Von Lehman says, "hedge funds just lend these troubled companies money, but they don't fix them. We don't know when that bubble's gonna burst, but they're gonna need us someday." They always...
...Midwestern sensibilities, puerile humor, and visionless writing were all things we tried to bring to Harvard, but they were rejected. Nevertheless it was a lot of fun trying to force ourselves upon you, no matter how times you socked us in the nuts and dove for a blue phone panic button like it was the peak of the Aggro Crag. Though six out of seven days we fall asleep in the basement storage room of some anonymous Yard dormitory feeling like the boy who just placed third to two girls on Global Guts, it’s that seventh...